Constant

Under the covers

Deep into the night

I look back at the

Brief frames of

My long day

To find only

Imputed desire

And furious lust

For a life

That is not mine

For a car

That is not mine

For a word

That is not mine

For a paper

That is not mine

Only Moloch

Is mine now.

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