Above,
the sky’s belly was grumbling
as its indigestion threatened menacingly.
Below,
the ground and people
and churches’ steps and basements
still drowned in terrestrial sorrows.
It had always been this way,
ever since the gods left love and passion
strewn upon the ocean floor.
Above,
the summer’s eve sweat
upon the rocky beaches and shores.
Below,
the seas turbulently let loose
life with upset stomachs and typhoids.
It will always be this way,
stormy and insincere, with the annoyance
of temperature and certainty of light.
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