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SUNDAY PRAYER, ii
Time & time again,
I like to listen to the wind,
I like to know its gentle spins,
I like my lungs better as fins.
I want to give you such big hints
when you are answering the phone.
This is the skidding of our souls.
I am the dreams of dozing bulls, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
predicts the end of the parade,
and speaks the means by which it's saved,
predicts the transplant of his grave.
Would you betray me for a limb
cut from the money tree? A hymn
I sing to steal into the drain,
I sing for burial in brains. 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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