gives men pause to doubt its credentials
as the prince of night
the sun in all its wild tyranny
set to slay it at dawn
the 4 seasons in the hands of a juggler
so adroit he is proud to repeat the mistakes
of God at creation
and all the planets tumble like pins in a bowling alley
no memory of that night exists
and they slip into the darkness of time
like a thief justice
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