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TO LAST
It's all worked out.
We've got your lesson plan.
While you were sleeping in the back,
the pulse of stars
felt things out,
then lit the cigarette of God,
who anted up and stacked odds.
It evens out,
it all works out.
It's all worked out.
Still, every second counts,
their ticks on rolling paper lids.
The Maker's rolled us up like maps.
The search is on,
but count me out.
Dry your eyes.
For when I fill your cups with life,
though they are bound to spill at times,
I build to last.
I build to last.
Such well-laid plans.
Even in sickness, still in health,
these bloody stumps of hands I'm dealt
will play their parts,
and play them well.
It's all worked out.
We've got your lesson plan.
While you were napping
in the back, a moving ship
sails in the theater of sleep,
it speaks the dead language of dreams
to a floating audience of ghosts,
the dead but rolling gods and poets
I aim to please,
or wish to be.
Funny how it all worked out.
Funny how it all works out.
DAS - Seattle, Washington, USA
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