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SUNDAY PRAYER, cxlii
time & time again
we tried everything. we broke our hands
against a wall of well-laid plans
we prayed. we cried into the sand.
along the dotted line of grace
we signed in blood. we erased
our names from our graves,
the hallowed mailboxes of the damned
and of the saved
time & time again,
but high heaven is as empty
as waste baskets on garbage day
no one makes the grade. everyone
is either too rich or too poor
or everyone inbetween too boring
i can just imagine the angels snoring
through our prayers every morning
i am i am
because you're a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - lutz, florida, u.s.a.