Quarter moon curved upward
Red as a righted canoe
Settles between pines
It's around a quarter to nine
and I'm walking a borrowed dog
in a body I'll leave behind
Gawking in awe
at stars none of which
are mine.
Lord, your works are larger than my
Eyesearsnosetonguetouch
I have no thing, no,
I have nothing but
Am in You.

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