Finally a beautiful sunrise,
A sunrise more than grey.
Rising above outer-city suburbia,
High above a sorting office and Jews.
.
Coasting until a crisis,
and then one presents.
Running imps,
The masters of the universe.
.
Fingertips caressing skin under months of spinney whiskers.
Skull under the years of skin.
Before the black hole brain,
Thoughtful after the news.
PinkyBinks 
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