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Thereafter everything is a gift
The present-present within the fade of the past
The bombs quietly ticking.
His walk is crisp
His well-measured blow shatters the stone
He may yet choose the dull intricacies of tradition
See him walking slowly behind the priest in the procession
He´ll be one of the bearers, carrying the 200 pound Nile carp
Hear the mumbling – it could be Spanish, could be Latin
Hear the flies rubbing their legs together
He will be standing awkwardly
Behind the sunglasses, his eyes glancing guiltily
The religious paw on his shoulder a sort of rough comfort
Which demonstrates quite mundanely that too many gifts can hurt you !