The moon made of cheese
Melted through the silhouettes of trees
And spilled in the cracks of blinds
Into a time-suspended dream
Relieved.
A negative mirror,
Jaws theme swimming with me.
Thank Trudy for moving
Regardless of what love meant,
Thank God for the clod
In my heart known as judgment.
It's a bloody smile.
The kind that takes a while to earn
Like the passage through swords
That perpetually burn.
They cut me while I was down
To prove a point
That drove into my sides,
To find a searing truth inside:
This is my deserved retribution,
Brought on by Christian institution.
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