Absurdity, these fatigue nights

where wooded tables rotate on a heavy head

exposed again to strange centers 

gnarled trees outside shophouses 

turned into room size altars.
storefronts of death furniture , so familiar 

effigies, carved statues on fire 

our faiths turning black 
I forget the faraway places of night 

I awake,blood sugar low and angry 

cussing the God of suffering 

wishing the pain of loved ones will end 

as I struggle not sink into frustrated rage 

as I wait impatiently for the reconciled self to come 


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