beeps in reverse
a dilapidated heap
heaves its yellow core
through Sunday sleep
the yesterday of funeral & festival
pasted with a wink,
nudged by tomorrow, the
running gag builds family
homes, power plant dams,
and in these yesterdays
crafts broad tomorrows
solemn giants serious as
your own blood coming
out, thin ghosts and thin
time converging
at this present heading
to qualify all time
from death to beginning
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