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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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