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I understand the situation is not ideal;

we were born human and surely
that's not the best of luck.

We are confused animals,

we eat ourselves
and each other.

We live and die in mundane
and embarrassing ways,

the universe indifferent at best.

Your god does not exist
and I am sorry for you.

Despite all of this,
we are given the ingredients
for joy and love and magic;

they are scattered about the dark
like carnival prizes.

You'll sometimes find me wandering the night
gathering them like stones.

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About William Taylor Jr.


William Taylor Jr. lives in San Francisco. His latest collection of poetry, The Hunger Season, was released by Sunnyoutside in 2009. An Age of Monsters, a collection of short fiction, will be released by Epic Rites in the Fall of 2011. A new book of poetry is in the works. Right now, he should be sleeping, but isn't.

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Leopold McGinnis    11 months ago
Great! I love this.
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