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SUNDAY PRAYER, x
Time & time again,
we're in the crow's nest of the clipper
wondering who's the bigger dipper.
As the lights get ever greener,
aren't we judged by our demeanors?
When our brain's bedrid with fever?
Let me not seem overeager,
up to bat the hand of Caesar, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
she'd ask me over and beneath her,
after her mother'd screamed and beat her.
Through my mazed memories, I seek her.
Through their keyholes with me peak her.
If I find her, I'll never leave her.
We get older, we get weaker,
how these drifting days feel cheaper. 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 - Seattle, Washington, USA
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