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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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May 17, 2025  

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no tears for you

I do not dare or mock the gods of decency
their clouds are black
their thunder deep
and every bolt delivered right to my chest.

I do not grovel either
though the sage are not afraid of terror
I am not pious
not wise, but blessed instead
with nothing.

here in the storm is my salvation
here in the patter of rain

my baptism.
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