Counting the syllables to Doomsday
I’m falling to my knees
while fools are talking football.
Turning off the television set
I’m running for a face
that shines more than the human
Tongue-tied prayer throughout the long night watch:
interpreting my litany
He grants me, undeserving,
Nice metaphorics. :)
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