Sunday, March 19, 2006
Pious Blood
luminous lilies pearly dove
each moment its harmony
indistinguishable my cup
overfloweth used up images
despite parents radio coughs
what does anyone think
listening silent windows bright
spare me churches pious blood
not I am sinking desperate
high enough spared floods
mainly praise sentience arising
bewail nothing only blessings
yield to the organ even blowing
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