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pre-dawn relics
wearethis
3am
in the words flowing in the gloam of angels robes hanging
in the air just over my bed
in the exstatic moans of everyday penetration
in chinese coin token worth something to no one but the owner as it is
quite different from the everyday shake of his american pocket change
some days i'll masturbate
three
or
four
times thinking what if i die tonite singing hymns while i'm pulling at
it to make sure i'll be alright
allright
post war pieces
blasted bits of alabaster
wearethis
santa doesn't stop
but flies faster over the third world