Cold. That was
cold.
Cold as a thrown stone
from the sinlessly sinuous hand of God,
and about as just.
That stone is called earth and look out
it is flung
in an arc curving now
just fair
to smite all of us,
every one.
You got it!
I got it!
I'll meet you there
at a run
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