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SUNDAY PRAYER, cxcviii
time & time again
in the outfield of the inner child
i dance. frantically.
an orchestra of memories
saw on crystal instruments
whole symphonies in an instant
wildly, as if possessed,
i press their fading music
to my chest
as if thrown down from a balcony
time & time again
first chairs first, second chairs second,
i stood on stilts and beckoned
in the outfield of the inner child
i dance. frantically.
while with his bone marimba splayed
death with chalky fingers played
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 - phoenix, arizona, u.s.a.