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SUNDAY PRAYER, xiv
Time & time again,
this universe puts her on trial.
Her jail a house of mahjong files.
Her trailing tears flow out in style.
I taste her tongue. She drinks the Nile
of people's problems everywhere,
like she is breathing burning hair.
Love, while life may not be fair, I am, I am.
Time & time again,
I will cry out in your defense,
against the right, against the left,
against my bested better judgement.
I am welcomed to machines.
Give me a bite I can spoil with itching.
Kick your shoes off in the fire.
Let's throw a party, burn some tires. 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 - Wichita, Kansas, USA
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