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SUNDAY PRAYER, ix
Time & time again,
T cast my shadow on the sun
in hopes to lure history's trust,
escape the too long arm of love.
But as the crow flies overhead,
as I am dancing on a ball,
I know my wit is made to end,
and I will break before I bend. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
I'm asked just where it is I live
and claim I'm wind under the door,
to have a home is to be moored.
But God it's nice when moored together,
when it feels like now and never.
Just like you, I need a hug,
and someday soon, I'll catch the bug. 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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