"AND they that preceded us and the others were singing Hosanna, a blessing to fortune, in the name of the Lord." -The Gospel of St. Mark 11:9
Some days,
I disfigure You by
Saying your name, as though
Saying the name of a woman who was near
Was no different.
But I remember You--powerfully, in the game smell (in a pile of shit.)
You know the way a stream blinks, and in blinking
Very nearly prevails upon its host at the fortune of sunlight;
You are nearly nothing to me.
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