Friday, March 2, 2012

Pray it All Away

Hands rests 
where shame 
would seek shelter 
like snakes 
from a desert sun 
Wicker children 
make merriment 
of tragedy 
and laugh 
at Mary Baker Eddy 
The songs 
of sleep 
have their own convictions 
there's no difference
between us

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