Bridge

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Let the universe lend her ears to my knees,
Let not my crooked streets be in vain,
Let our song carry us in the heat.

Carry rock.
Carry on.
Carry children.

Carry our wilderness.
Carry Wasteland.
Carry me.

So if you ask me why I pray.
What more shall I do
But carry it, on my knees.
By a thousand marigolds that do not toil.
Tread lightly,
Overwhelmed , Over-coiled

Burned in my right palm
A sensuous bleeding

To be born
To weep
To groom
To love

Let the universe lend her ears to my knees
Let not my crooked streets be in vain

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