Thankyou Lord for breaking in.
You blessed my room yesterday. One new (borrowed) shelf, a white shelf. The orange table on the other side. feeling in place. preparing for June.
HOW Crazy:
Geogaddi playing on my way to the city on Friday. The eery ambient reving and crawling, I thought of Joann, and winced knowing there was something special about it and that she'd know it, and behold she was listening to it yesterday and had thought of me.
There were 8 of us at Monday Poet Society yesterday, and Joann thought there was 7. God what are you doing with this 8 year, this everymore, ,this more and more and more and all coming 2007 year?
I remember this morning that I let it go in San Francisco on the 4th floor parking garage? That it all fell (the lie of failure) like skyscrapers around me.
The idea of lost love tumbled off the skyscrapers. the nevermore never more.
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"seven...sisters"
He made the world a grassy road before our bare, wandering feet...
Then crushed the stones into the softest sand between our toes...
But we're (still) wondering where to sleep...
Wake up o sleeper,
rise from the dead...
Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the L-rd rises upon you!
...like skyscrapers from a new, invisible world...
thanks
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