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SUNDAY PRAYER, cxxx
time & time again
in the neverending traffic light
amidst the synchronicity of city streets
running under aching feet
as if a tongue unfolding
in long rambles of cobblestone hoping
as good as it gets will get better
hope for water to get wetter still
i am
time & time again
mark my words, the best may yet be coming
some may prefer the worst for us
to pay our debt to hell in full
whatever kind of a goal is that?
town to town, i see fathers & sons
madmen with crosses, prophets with guns
who am i to judge them? our part
is to love everyone.
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 - moline, illinois, u.s.a.