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poem for pastors

we lay
rocked in the cradle of the deep
there was a strangeness on your lips
had he and i but met
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
will you glimmer on the sea?
truely
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
the agony of having too much power
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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