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SUNDAY PRAYER, cciv
time & time again
made me the butcher. pain and pleasure
checked their bags under my eyes
while the mercury of memory
like rubies in the blood of brains
moons too bleak to rise
within a blue sky & into all
the whispers in the wind
made in the image of my mother
into trash into a gutter
into a fly on a computer screen
a tv set, an exercise machine
stop moving, & be thrown
time & time again
unsexed, and unsewn, unsung
thunder hung from lightning tongue
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 - flagstaff, arizona, u.s.a.