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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxxiv
Time & time again,
better to walk before you crawl.
Ear, nose, and throat stuffed up with straw,
she gives me sugar in the raw
to help the medicine go down,
like a verb helping a noun.
The day is young, and time will square.
Night will around. The crows aren't scared. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
your blood will whisper to your heart:
I forgive you. I forgive you,
though you have made me what I am,
a thing I'll never understand.
Like how her hands blink just like birds.
Of course, they were not really birds.
But then again, maybe they were. 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 - Brooklyn, New York, USA
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