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The Theology of Never Finishing What You

They are sweet
Those that line the city
As though ready for the Almighty
To snort them like cocaine
Some read nine but
Most only got as far as
The seventh commandment and
Here, do not commit
Was enough

By day the staggering of the clouds and
The album of the heavens by night
Assert the importance of dreaming as
An end

And not a means
Not to stoke the fire but
The fire itself
By Saturday
The hell of our earth is only
Our feet stinging like cologne
But forget Sunday
Swing your feet over your skull and
Let everything run to your head

Remember,
The sourness of
Those above the city
Is the tartness of idolaters
Those succumbers
Praising the virtue of finishing
Let them think where
Finishing leads

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To nothing

To that which is finished
Let them swallow while
Others
Chew