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SUNDAY PRAYER, clviii
time & time again
between the rivers of my hands
i am a trader here and gone again
i have steered my merchant vessel
into golden opportunities
to ruin my perfect ruining
like a lamb is ruined in sparing
never to flash the ax its dead eyes
glaring i am i am
time & time again
within the rivers of my hands
i have swam many a night alone
with the moon in her endless beginning
climbing out of her own mouth
to be different than before
to find a board on which to write the score
the secret amount of how much less
makes more
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 - charleston, south carolina, u.s.a.