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SUNDAY PRAYER, viii
Time & time again,
we make our plans, I take my shape,
and though at twelve my spells will break,
I fly the flag of hope in rain,
and think if love can't conquer this,
if we are little more than fish,
then love's a driving deep in fog,
just crossing fingers, kissing frogs I am, I am.
Time & time again,
we watch as liberty and sense
are neatly raped and beat to death
on top of Caesar's double-bed.
But still they whisper in our mouth.
We open up we tucker out,
a napping shadow on the floor.
The brittle bones of dinosaurs 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 - Spokane, Washington, USA
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