Meanwhile, the dark keeps coming in dark clothes.
The dark steals your jewels, your wifeís jewels, your wife.
The dark really wants to change.
Up on its high shelf, History, out of reach, runs down.
Money considers its options.
Money sells itself away.
The hen considers her head.
On the stump, her head forgets the knife, forgets the hen.
St. Teresa considers doubt, tightroping above.
St. Teresa considers the last man.
The last man considers God.
In the dark, the future loses its way.
Doubt loses its balance, falls away.
Elsewhere, God sings his own name in the dark, in the dark glass.
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