Prayers from Above
You telephone wires, you.
Light from above
Skylight and celestial showers
Bathe me, clean me, free me
Mouth half open, deep breaths
Ready for the raptures and crystal-clouds
Cooler, freer, lighter, whiter.
I’m electrified and alive
Peace and life and youth and love.
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