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SUNDAY PRAYER, cxxv
time & time again
i stop and lean into the wind
and wonder why the reverend
is kneeling at the witch's wheel
the crickets' sing a song, as we all know
but few can hear the words they whisper
to the sleeping birds
something sweet and lovely
and unheard
time & time again
i have the dream where i die
and go to heaven.
and i don't know what it means.
i ain't never been there, but
people use that place
as a weapon
i guess it's not what it seems
i am i am
but you're a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - little egypt, u.s.a.