42
is when kidneys fry
from the ghosts of
spirits imbibed
like purine stones
colliding.
42
is Ewan McGregor home
at 5,
Masaharu Morimoto chasing pots
from 6,
like “Pawn Stars” dozing
off by 10.
42
is when the clock
tick louder
as spectacles peel the
blur ahead
like a pause dropped in
midday’s silence…
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