Entropy (poem 23)

Separate selves
entwined in entropy
glassware on the edge of the table
photographs turned backward
light shines through inverting
memories of lost cities
dreaming spires reaching toward God
In the morning we rise, shower, comb our hair
follow the routine like stations of the cross
and guide ourselves into tombs
hoping for a miracle to cast these stones aside

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