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In Memoriam

Make up a place that’s never been.
First of all it must have light.
Sun, moon and mind somewhere.
And lots of people in sight.

Then mount a green mountain.
Look for the sky from a bush.
So big and you’re so little.
Here comes God in a rush!

The drone is coming.
The future is such.
Mercy starts moaning.
The air has lost touch. 

Published in Poetry