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SUNDAY PRAYER, xii
Time & time again,
I tell the story of my scars,
them each in turn except for one,
a tune I am saving for my son.
When he's restrung his father's bow,
we'll know he's old enough to know
the secrets dozing in my belly,
like a child, a key, a bell. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
my leading ladies lose their lines,
once there were apples in their eye,
now i am worms, these are my skies.
They see volcanoes through the glass,
through the guts of beauty's rot,
and always lavas talk in rocks.
Throwing stones to make a splash, 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 - Los Angeles, California, USA
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