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no redemption
only resolution

the deus ex machina
needs a good lube and grease

however non-linear, self-
reflexive and ultimately inconsequential
I do keep writing

let words pour (or drip)
across (and down) the page
writing not
life’s greatest horror
(how could it be?)

though the entire exercise
so much less suffused with
anything remotely resembling joy
than real physical
and, of course,
metaphysical pain