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Dave Bonta
ice and water exchange days
like a parliament of one
doubt will provide a new home
for that which I believe is true
a book of rain
in the book of my hand
a thing so long
it is not fit to publish
I read the book of the ear
prefacing the book of the confessor
I am sorry for the book
I am reading now
what people believe
and grieve in it
Come, buy, talk, dine,
demand, agree, use, meddle:
the client is a little god
of trouble—
one that I believe in.
if it is
done wrongly
belief dies
wrongly
others sense it
i
am the last
to know
bitter monologues
seem so
redeeming
I think this about the world.
The world provides no evidence of this.
But this is my sense of things.
Must I discard this?
This is driving me crazy.
This also keeps me sane.