A Live Apostasy

You are a sneaky alley dweller –
deal in dark skullduggery –
you clomp around your funky cellar –
snort with a malicious glee –

oh, what will you conspire today
to do that will provoke?
You salivate at each new way
to make sure that I choke

and trip on my complacency –
awaken to the shock
of living in the constancy
of big bang blasts. The clock

no longer now tick-tocks for me:
you’ve caused the thing to stop –
you are a live apostasy –
you’ve made each bubble pop –

you gulp the golden sunlight up
and spit it out like sex
to leave it glowing, in a cup,
for me to drink: you hex

the rest of everything and spin
my fragile mind to dust –
succeeding, in a flip, to win
my awe-struck ardent trust.

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