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sun rises over earth in much the same way you would rise over me
gently biding time and making the most of the moment never hurried
and quite positive that more will come and is to come with sureness and solidity
validity could never be called into question in an event as reliable as this
the regularity of your presence in every dark corner of secret and abandon of my intellect

no guitar strum or thrumming drum could ever begin to tell this story of love lavish
the tight knit community of my mind wonders at you and your motives when you cannot be boxed
though I have desperately tried to do so and have preached at you in the wind
have raged against imagined walls and toppled them from the precipice of my self-center
but reality bites back hard when pushed and rude awakenings are the norm in a life not given out but hoarded

my identity has been a god to me and I confess I have worshiped at the altar of my mirrors
my horrors have no end when I stand in the light and see true obedience standing at a distance from me
as if to say I have to want him if I am to see him better or closer or more fully
meantime I have been running from one interesting thing to another in the garden of grace
trampling underfoot the delicacies of you and your good name and your good faith in me
time crawls when I want to fly and when I want to soar lazily and creep by on borrowed notes of varying costs
time proceeds with persistence and inertia which I granted it from previous episodes
my voice strains to be beautiful to you in this ugly place of uncertain prevailing winds
tossing trees in every which way and sticks pick up stones to throw at falling leaves

you are so beautiful it cannot ever be said in the language that we have been given to speak
spoken word does not last but for a moment and written word burns or is somehow corrupted before long
only your native tongue can say the things that are true
oh I want to hear the native tongue again
as it was when I was born from eternity with you in your mind
I want to see who I am from your eyes
I want to write music that can be sung without regard for who will buy into it as an idea
I want brilliance to shine on me from without and leave my own version behind
I want to cast off the magnets that have steeled themselves to the leather of my tired mind
I want you to come and make me new once again I know more than enough it is too much for me to ask of you

the cliches are coming for me and it is all I can do to keep them at bay
the world has called my number and I confess

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