A backhanded prayer,
a promise made in a meadow,
a body twisting,
a whole zoo of animal thoughts,
small-town bravery
in the face of big town
midnight,
a teacher rolling dice that nothing
will go any more wrong,
vacated bodies handled
gently by lesser superheroes,
no victory to be had,
no power to which to offer sacrifice,
no reason,
no reason,
no reason.
Dark Matter 
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