Tuesday


Something big like the City.

Bends and breaks but I’m still here.
A new start, born again between
Sundown and sunrise. Bring the drums
Closer, get in line. Check your tie.
The moon will sink before we dance
Upon the frozen lake, feel it deep.
The way you bleed out, the way
Your teeth speak your words.
We don’t know if you are there.
My army is behind me, holding my
Head up high. Higher than angels
Can fly. You can’t see me, I’m
That high. Years have passed before
Us and I haven’t seen you.
The streets speak to us, they hold us.
Hold us tight, from fear, from truth,
From my army of beautiful men
And women. The smell is just of
A morning sunrise with flowers
Blooming and grass growing
Right between our eyes.
The two eyes that saw a God
And didn’t know what to do.
The doors are always open,
Don’t feel left out. God is here
For all of you. Start praying,
Up late is when he might hear
you.

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