United States
34° 11' 14.6364" N, 118° 23' 24.072" W

I am here with you in Boston--
where the earth plummets to the gravel to the pearly gates.
Where the holy land is lost.

Where uncertainty is but the essence of our beings.
Where hope is hopeless, and the eyes, the eyes are staring.
Where the moon climbs down the curtains of nothingness.

Where the honey bees hover and perish blindly,
their mangled bodies left soulless and decapitated.
Where the heavens have lost their divinity.

Where omnipotence is but a flight of fancy.
Where rationale is but a dim, dim star in the ebony horizon--useless! Useless!
Where mortality is anything, but gone down the human river.


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