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SUNDAY PRAYER, iii
Time & time again,
I bus to stops on wooden dimes
aside the path of wit and rhyme,
I pay with nickels from my eyes.
I wish to tear off slow these wings
and leave my head to crawling things
to neatly groom back to the earth.
I often wonder, wondrous dirt I am, I am.
Time & time again,
I hate to think our brain a hybrid,
eats up cigarettes and violence,
and our hearts laser corrected.
Since by day a ported pirate,
I'm by night a juggling dolphin,
with a rock beach ballpoint pen,
rolling pornography and zen, I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Lutz, Florida, USA
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