Even when you're looking
Out of a body that's one
Of the acceptable reactions to tragedy
Gardening, the priesthood and
I've come to face myself
In a staring contest in
The pattern on this rug tells a story
It's gory
Some things arise
And certain people devise
While others resign
between the nameless and the icons
the manholes and the
I'm driving slow
Because I don't want to show up
Your teeth are grinding down into sand
Your fingers are
The end's not near
It's here
Alleluia
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