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Pieces



janine canan





Oh, the commotion
of the ocean, the commotion
of the ocean.....

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I was cautiously
tapping my way
toward God.....

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If every day is an eternity,
any sentence
is easily a bomb.....

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Always more of this dross
rattling around
in the bottom of heaven.....

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This gaze at this weeping
that waters earth
into bloom, is God.

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