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my
father
(who
art in heaven if you like)
Houdini
he
managed
a complete escape
chased
a ball around the world
and
almost home again
not
quite
he
escaped all kinds of things
words
stick for years
but
he got free
he
ran out of his own head
he
got away from words
found
words
he
actually escaped from himself
you
can give one away you know
a
country
a
language
a
tribe
a
class
vast
estates he was freed of
so
much history he shook off
my
father forgot
who
he had to be
he
was like Jesus
and
did it for me
and
he forgot to tell me too
he
remembered to forget
comes to me in dreams
he tells me all kinds of stories
in heaven if you like
there's an art to being there
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