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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxxii
time & time again
be my guest, be my guest, let me tell you
the best thing about being in love was
sharing all the disintegrated rubble of moments
that'd otherwise be fleeting as bubbles,
those miniature Hubbles so doomed to blink
and be gone, a graveyard of dead links,
a billion ant bites to get killed with.
in love, they become bricks you can build with.
even dull ones, even the petty conflicts
mix and stack in dreamlike expansion, like
the yawning arms of the Winchester mansion.
that's what i loved the most about love.
and now it all just drains like water from a tub
and the only things that stick are the hair and the dirt
having angels for dinner, and the devil for dessert
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 - chicago, illinois, u.s.a.