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SUNDAY PRAYER, cclxxxiii
time & time again
ceilings so low and floors so high
our sheepish scrambled house, isn't it alive?
of bones a bag, of cells a hive
& we its transplanted hearts fleeting
in its ribbed repeating grip of walls
tall. the buildings all so close collected
together, like heathers in the sun erected
time & time again.
do not hate what its passage creates,
by the unruly hand of man or touch of sun
truly what is good or bad is known to none.
sure, king and country crumble
and our wars kill both the proud and humble
and sure, the city will not last forever
but neither will you, or the sun, or the heathers
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.