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SUNDAY PRAYER, xiii
Time & time again,
I try to prove the world is round,
I plot my course from Plath to Pound.
I carve their names into a sound,
but words can't figure how it feels
to be the devil's half of deals,
to make an iron maiden squeal.
Throwing daggers at the wheel, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
so said the shotgun to the head,
my deed is done in self-defense.
Who dares give back what's heaven-sent?
Like finding dollars in the drier,
like seeing tumbleweeds on fire,
fame is in and out like flynn,
big words for wisdom trading in, 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 - Austin, Texas, USA
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