when the no-god
flops out
his one
golden ball
like a hole of light
in
the
naked thin blue above
all
the
nagging needy guff stuff of anydays hologram agenda
pales
and
almost dies / its tugging clock fingers
bleached away
under
holiday beach laser glare
into
the laterbase
of
forevers tomorrows
piece of empty miniature beach with sun / www.123rf.com
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