Shine

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The black spoon rises

And the black spoon falls

Unpolished

Unworshipped

Bent Double

Another interchangeable part

In the invisible works

A tense half step above trash

Brenda Lee Crow always said

The need for dick

Was worse than the need for dope

Harder to control

With more dead ends

More wild cards

But I disagree

I say

That only holds true

If you go to bed with another person

Instead of lying down

With a sooty faceless spoon

It only matters if you care

And more than once I have had the thought that if there is a god

The stage directing kind of god some people say

Then I am just his spoon

Burnt and twisted

Resting invisible between the needle and the flame

No purpose but to boil without burning through

And the black spoon rises

And the black spoon falls

Unpolished

Unworshipped

Bent double

Shocked by the short silver thread of its own sharp edge

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