The sky sobs and shrieks
and tormented trees toss their soaking heads.
Car after car rolls silently over the bridge.
Everyone is going to a funeral today.
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If things here make no sense, if my tenses merge without warning, if my spelling is not what you're used to, if my theology seems to keep contradicting itself, just remember: I'm a genius. Please try to keep up.
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