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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxvii
Time & time again,
follow me through this Sunday's prayers,
like a rose, surface to air,
straight shot up heaven's awful stair,
made of a stack of sooty skulls,
one step for every pulse I've pulsed,
one step for every promise popped,
saw not a soul here at the top. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
it never pays to mess with Texas,
puts its money where my mouth is.
Don't talk crazy. Take it out.
You know that I know where it's been,
tendered in emptiness and promise.
Sleeping all in single file,
like sleep were going out of style, 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 - San Antonio, Texas, USA
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