Through the eye of a needle, a camel
heaven-sent, in Jesus, if I believe
religion, organized or otherwise
obliterates my mind, eat béchamel
under pain of death, my sentence, condemned
given my DNA, how, now I grieve
heaven can wait, I am no saint, what lies
thoughts betray the hidden, the whole truth, words
haunt a bush with sparrows, light diademed
eclipsed the sun, the moon throws down some shade
enter the future through the past-present
yesterday, I knelt down to pray, I fade
each day into a memory, time bent
out of joint, out of order, hear the birds
foreign tongues speak full of idle chatter
aspects of the real disappear, how, now
notice wit tipping the brown cow, sacred
each day I expect things to get better
each day I fall deeper into madness
demented by disappointment, I bow
less toward God than into a soft bed
each day I wish I could bless this mess, sweet
anarchy in my mind, this brain I guess
causes me such frustration, I abide
angry and confused, yet calm and hopeful
maybe tomorrow I will clean inside
each day I dream I could go back to school
less is more, at work, say less, do more, [beat]
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