A Question of Sanctity
Saturday slings into Sunday
with a serious slow down in attitude.
Sermons on the ethics of sinning
are found in the NY Times magazine section,
and the arrogance of one celebrating
the finished puzzle on 300 count sheets
on the Lord’s day is as much a lie of conscious
as tea and a bagel taken in communion
with the misery of undesired solitude. How righteous
is reality when it washes against the grain
of heart baptized to love in real time?
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