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God who is not
for
godsbother
why
be here?
why
bother?
what
effort to be believed on
(weight
of the world and more)
surely
elsewhere's easier?
it's
another thing on paper
or
in the sky
you're
everywhere when you're not there
you
could be my conscience
lightning
strike, feeling tide
Christmas
all at once
roll
over for the tummy rub
we
know
everyone
knows because
the
God-ache without
the
God-ache within
to
whom we, hands together, pray
as
if beginning blank
we
make our own language for it
I
can say what I like to you
read
you like a book
and
any test
let
me hang you round my neck
trundle
you about diversely
saints
and angels, devils, cherubs
incubi,
succubus
so
we
never can agree
shall
I bore you with a vow?
it's
a good one
something
I'll never do
you
bet
oops
just
slipped
a
vulgar oath perhaps?
or
promise what I can't, in case...
o
God who is not
as
much with me
as
any other
what
adventures we've had
thanks
for the soul
I
know I am the miracle
we
are
and
world as well
you
too
God
go with you
God
be with me
please
bless
be
on my side
do
we have a deal?
ReplyDeletesure there's a deal
hold my hand
for a minute
before I go out
the climb
I'll be back
it's just a poker face
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