The patron saint of corridors
and hallways said
the conservation of matter
is just a Christian ideal.
The next day he ate the most
gorgonzola he'd ever eaten.
The gene that determines this
is probably not
going to be selected for,
and a burst of trumpets over the park
announces the return of precious needles.
How painful to walk around
on the side of the moon
we're not allowed to see.

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