The skeleton auction

An honest thought, high or not,
soft on itself
like trembling children
black as golems
in fiefdom they neglected
to confess, wafting off.
An honest thought that,
boisterous as sulfur
nesting in the nose,
told mumbling just what
being born will do
to faith in lotteries,
will explain to tickets
what indifference is,
mere trickery.

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~ by Jeremy on June 16, 2012.

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