…from Whom all Blessings Flow
I’ve
been too easy
on
myself
and on
you
and on
your world.
I’ve
wished you a river
and
I’ve let you skate.
And
that river flows
and it
burns --
its
primordial wetness
mocked
by tongues
of
dancing blue flame,
as if
a bad dream
set
free to consume
all
that yearns
for a
simple peace.
See?
you say –
It’s a
fucking miracle!
Praise
Him!
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