The first line of the thing is crucial--
The reader becomes engaged
Or not, decides to read on
Or to cast the work aside
And move onto something
More to their liking

O.K.

I think we're alone, now

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Harvesting the last
of the crop, never to see
such bounty again

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Groomsmen in black reaper cloaks
Seat guests on melting benches 
Hovering high above the ground

Bridesmaids in stained butcher smocks
Hold bouquets of broken glass
Standing aloof from each other

A hoofed musician plays a
Discordant melody on
An automobile chassis

As the Surrealist Priest
Presides over the wedding
Of the Absurd to the Grotesque

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A chasm opens
up, separating results
from your intentions

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Between Basic and
Divine, the dividing line
isn't always fine