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it's weekday afternoon
right after three
a shopping district
they go
with living eyes with which
they bump into pretty and ugly faces
engendering appropriate feelings
that go out right after the shadow
an old blind god
tapping the curb with his white stick
trying to be louder than
the passing herd in which
for a hundred judases there is one
lost christ
the old blind god
turned around
it was still the night