Out of danger, out of sight
I’m in safe haven in heaven
In the silent tomb,
Six feet mine shaft,
Cold and hot miner’s sweat
No certainty of safety except by divine deliverance
Danger inside, outside, in play, in dance and love affair,
Sometimes in mercy missions and toil on the soft and hard side,
Sometimes in miss of the whole life,
Sometimes in miss of half a life,
Nevertheless, the hit messed up a life
And missed the vital organs,
Now the engine pumps water below the peak of the automobile
Heart sore, forsaken being
Half a life, half a joy
Forsaken on earth, heaven ward,
Tomorrow near, half goals abandoned, future shock,
Broken bread winner’s spinal cord,
Broken small tree upward growing branches, by the weight of the fallen
All that remains, broken hearts, meeting ice,
Water running deep,
King’s homestead shrunken to subjects’ dwelling size
The territory’s equanimity overwhelmed by the King’s cry
All goals, half goals, plans and dreams lost direction,
To nowhere but heavenward
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