All Day I've Built A Lifetime And

Stop The Darkness And Its Amputations And Find The Real Mccoy In The Private Holiness Of My Hands.

Look To Your Heart That Flutters In And Out Like A Moth. God Is Not Indifferent To Your Need. You Have A Thousand Prayers But God Has One.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

I Brush My Hair, Waiting In The Pain Machine For My Bones To Get Hard, For The Soft, Soft Bones That Were Laid Apart And Were Screwed Together. They Will Knit. And The Other Corpse, The Fractured Heart, I Feed It Piecemeal, Little Chalice. I'm Good To It.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.