marginal gains wasting in my head
the dead spoke in the wheel
no one listened
only waited for their turn
argosies and mutiny hand in hand
the blessed peel coils the brother toils
up the stairs grasps the rope and tolls
the bell peals matins for the masses
slowly unwinds the snake of night who
slinks back over the curve of the earth
shedding a thin skin with cells
to catch the light in rainbows
there is no evil in the night only
the fanged threat of superstitious poison
the timid human alone
in the wide darkness jumping
at shadows darker than night
but there’s nothing
not there in the light
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