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floating like laughter
from the lips of heaven's God
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Inside tired, old eyes
I wait for a day to simply rest
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And you, my Lord, hold all life between,
from space’s span to ocean’s trench
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There is much flood;
dirty water over dirty ground
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Babylon croaks from beneath the sand
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comb the depths of a world
where none have ever been,
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I am the spiders that scratch the earth,
to draw to their mouths the little that's left.
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like canvas color
in days long ago
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Clouds are scrawled across something that once
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I kiss the morning breeze
and it kisses me in return,
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I am sinew, wrapped 'round soul,
soon to falter, bury, and live
full in life not my own.
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At eclipse, I falter,
when we both cross each other
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like embers of spring's sparkling heart
and memories of when I was young;
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Let the waves resound a thunderous cry,
and lightning speak its words so bright
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I caught on the melting snow
and trickled, side by side
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I grew and fell and ran and collapsed,
building callouses from my waywardness
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