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Escalators and Vertigo

Joshua Copeland

The days go by like calendars
minus days or months.
Above the Sahara sculpted sands,
the sun arcs high, burning its brand into you,
then it sinks low, smearing a penultimate orange
into the sky, then nothing, night,
the stars shift across the sky,
gliding quietly.
It makes no sense, the bruise and percussion
I have to go through daily, the escalators that stretch
into the thunderheads.
I love no one, and it’s reciprocal.
My antennae reach out to no one, nothing. (Referring to myself
in the first person is a paradoxical disclaimer).
May you flame into cinders down there with
the rest of the miscreants and forever breathe the effluvium
of third degree burns...this is a godless religion which sports
a Spartan alter.

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