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The morning I think of giving up
Shades of moss green and orchid peaceably pull me back
As an elder, in Auto-Tune
Promising a child that dancing days lie ahead
An altogether different morning, now
That deserves
I deserve
A wholly-new and holy mind


Has it been said to me
Through some spirit
Holy or Otherwise
I do not recall

Just that it occurred to me
Or came to me
Just this moment
Through some spirit
Holy for Certain

Good in me
Christ in me


What Holy adhesive 
Bound there
And how dare it have
Yet failed elsewhere

What roses perfumed
Her walk
And hued tint reflected,
Affected his vision 

Bigger it is
Their world
And their treasures, their eyes
In proper places