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inasmuch i am speechless
inasumch i am speechless in each beginninggravity invitesto dwell amongst the sand and starsto become like one another and pull at each of the opposites it was Abram, directed and removedat a wall in a desertwhere history had yet been provedto have been more than a lineand like gravity, Abram now Abrahamforsaken to climb once…
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i, who MADE THE MOUNTAIN
i, who MADETHE MOUNTAIN bleeding into lakesGod, a prairie makesfertile flushrivers gushand soon a mountain risesbleeding into lakes
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the curtain
THE CURTAIN illusion, please comfort me,satisfy everything,i can live peacefullyif you curtain the windowthat i had flung carelesslyon the day i was surethat i had seen everythingplainly in front of meheaven and hell were dividedunevenly but there i saw certaintystanding across the streetcrossing was heresy‘if only’, i told myself,‘i hadn’t seen anything.the curtain i’d drawnwere…
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LA
1/3 flick another cigarette out of your windowlike an ornamentthe city, a prince,detests and pretends and sighs/this is what i am now isn’t it/ 2/3 god, this is what i am now isn’t ita boulevardier,just another star in the sky,i, this great city, am a cactus planted in the median of an interstate 3/3 LA,…
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CHRIST / brother
CHRIST / Christmas Songs b r o t h e r in your new shoesyoupractice singing songsat the piano benchshe was with youtooin her new shoesand she sang along Father, my dearhearblessings in a songas they call your namebeckoning you nearherekeep them in your arms and as i write a poemi hear you singi hear…
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CHRIST / rest in my arms
CHRIST / Christmas Songs r e s t i n m y a r m s when the mood’s been set and your eyesslowly drift toward rest besidea candle flicks for a whileand it says,you’re a masterpiece blessings ………. no. 1rest in my arms ………. no, 2brother ………. no. 3
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CHRIST / blessings
CHRIST / Christmas Songs b l e s s i n g s Father, my dear,hearblessings in a songwhile we call your namebeckoning you nearherekeep us in your arms blessings ………. no. 1rest in my arms ………. no. 2brother ………. no. 3
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tumultuary
TUMULTUARY designed directionsummer hills now overgrown with introspectiondefeating my heart i hear birds of May sing whispers of the seasonwhile she’s cold at night from winters wind of freezin’ these days behind
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ATTA SOL i
ATTA SOL i what of nature then?if life borne of death let mystery endneedles surround me and i am undone and yet called to beginwhat life have i yet to receive?
TUMULTUARY 