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OH MY GOD, MY LITTLE DEAD GOD

I CRADLE YOU, LIMP AND WITHERED

CRISPED-US, DRAINED-IMPOTENT

BETRAYED

NOTHING OF YOU I INVENTED COULD REMAIN

I MISTOOK THE SOUND OF YOUR NAME FOR

YOUR NAME

I MISTOOK WORSHIP

FOR YOUR BEAUTY

FOR YOUR BEAUTY

I THOUGHT I DID KNOW

I DID NOT KNOW

OH MY SHAWLS, CONCH SHELLS, AND SCHEMATA

I AM SAD TO SEE YOU GO

YOU WERE COZY. YOU WERE PLUSH

YOUR MOUTH TO MY EAR - EASY TO HEAR

EASY TO THUMBFLICK BETWEEN

THE SAME COUPLE OF BLESS ED ASHUR EN SEZ

I SAYS - I HOPE TO LIFT MY EYES

IN JUST A MOMENT, I HOPE TO LIFT THEM -

AND SOMETHING HOLY WILL BE SPREADING OUT

THUNDERING ROLL LIKE A CLOUD OF WHITE HORSES