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absolom blues

what was once mistaken
for ache of relocation
has become delicate nudge

of resignation
empty hands signify nothing
those mercurical hips

absorb occupation
unaware of own power
bread is not broken

wine is not uncorked
alters of rude convergence
are not acknowledged

i am bumped
to the bottom of the list
of perspective members

once again
my true religion
is all too obvious

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