by Tim Reed
snooze
and
deus ex machina
suddenly
suddenly
faces of old friends
great souls
spurning the dissonance,
I inhale the rich aroma
of your spiced hearts
take your hand, in joy
and sob
I've missed you
but a million dirty hands
lay hold of me
and in my bed I lie
again
wondering if my
deus ex machina
was
reprieve, or
regress
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