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Limbo

We await
We have always awaited
The coming
Of a Christ.

The Baptist
Is not Freud
Or Einstein
Or Henry Ford.

We stare
Every beggar and passing madman
The king
Puts on darkness.

Facing the East
We await
The authentic messenger
Of the true Christ.

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