My Father Of Grace


My massive love thrusts itself around noon
As if nothing existed. Rock cities are windy.
Everybody should never stareat some moon of sake;
Though having its sweet bones plucked,
The never daring strangeness steals disorders.
He seemed so good:brave God, sparing with bodies
For the new year---And his heart keeps protecting
An invulnerable idea all cramped with no wings.
It's quiet at school. Graveyards burn quietly.
So let us abandon all for truth into tranquil places.

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