Sky enamel the cross with light,
Beside the highway without a savior,
You are for the tourists now,
For little children at their games,
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If you can’t see it,
The validation is in the lines;
At least it is meant to be there.
When I am walking alone in the
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Raindrops rush to kiss their shadows;
On the street, the ineffective weaponry of little tears,
They become something else,
The stanzas to the prism’s blush,
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If it pleases you then yes;
If it does not please you, then forget it:
For I am displeased with my form, and I would like to
Travel around a rich cul-de-sac in a park
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I am touching on you
The places you cannot feel.
When you look up,
It is only coincidence,
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Wept the Lord on her doorstep,
“But I loved you for
A burning summer;
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God touched the
Charismatic youth on
His subtle shoulder and spoke,
“I like this one.”
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With the daylight dancing
invisible truth in tiny heated
segments of God being played out
through the day’s household,
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She drinks; she:
Drinks in a velvet cushioned confessional;
Has ideas strung out under the cerulean cones in
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