by William Merricle

Moses climbs a mountain.
Desire anchors the spirit.
The egg dreams of the perfect cave.
Prayer can lubricate the way to hell.
It’s harder to leave a lonely life than a fulfilled one.
The corruption inside the mirror is too abysmal to excuse.

Planets are round because they try to be as small as possible.
Cruelty’s thumbprint informs the distant evenings.
The death penalty prays for the victim.
Without activity there can be no time.
The moon explicates the night.
Sisyphus says, “Let’s roll.”

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William Merricle lives in Lima, Ohio. His poetry has been published in PuddingSlipstream
ZeroCity, and many other publications. His latest chapbook, Heimlich The Donut, is available
at Pudding House Publications.

“TIME NEEDS ACTIVITY TO REALIZE ITSELF” © 2010 by William Merricle, used with permission