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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxiv
time & time again
you were high out of your mind
and you realized that the sound of the ocean
was really just beach rocks speaking, so you spoke to them
suddenly, in the beach mist it clicked for you
that we had all been switched at birth
that it was a glitch, a deja vu
and that i wasn't real, and neither were you
i am
time & time again
it was like diving into the toe-eating robot
that vacuums the bottom of your neighbor's pool
and it made everyone on the outside look like fools
always yelling marco when their demons yelled polo
& if that's what it is to fit in you'd rather fly solo
so somewhere there is a beach rock covered in the shit
of many a bird, and a girl who, when it spoke, heard
i am, i am, i am
you are a birthday
deep with the dayshine
from dusk to moonbreak
the dust of keepsakes
time & time again, i am i am
das - san francisco, california, u.s.a.