Early Morning Purges

Finally a beautiful sunrise,

A sunrise more than grey.

Rising above outer-city suburbia,

High above a sorting office and Jews.

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Coasting until a crisis,

and then one presents.

Running imps,

The masters of the universe.

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Fingertips caressing skin under months of spinney whiskers.

Skull under the years of skin.

Before the black hole brain,

Thoughtful after the news.

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