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Rosary
I hear the anthem climbing note by note;
song like stars and voices soaring high,
perfect as the words you never wrote.
Praise and names come rising from the throat:
christus yahweh jesu adonai
I hear the anthem climbing note by note.
I stumble over verses learned by rote.
I know I cannot be, although I'll try,
perfect as the words you never wrote.
Hellfire warning: sinners shall be smote.
Virtue in sunsets. Night draws nigh.
I hear the anthem climbing note by note.
Gods and beads and prayer seem so remote
and yet so perfect, so unlike you and I.
Perfect as the words you never wrote.
Into the wooden arches the songs float
and whisper: every man is doomed to die.
I hear the anthem climbing note by note,
perfect as the words you never wrote.
song like stars and voices soaring high,
perfect as the words you never wrote.
Praise and names come rising from the throat:
christus yahweh jesu adonai
I hear the anthem climbing note by note.
I stumble over verses learned by rote.
I know I cannot be, although I'll try,
perfect as the words you never wrote.
Hellfire warning: sinners shall be smote.
Virtue in sunsets. Night draws nigh.
I hear the anthem climbing note by note.
Gods and beads and prayer seem so remote
and yet so perfect, so unlike you and I.
Perfect as the words you never wrote.
Into the wooden arches the songs float
and whisper: every man is doomed to die.
I hear the anthem climbing note by note,
perfect as the words you never wrote.
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I'm always awed by you.
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I missed my poetry moods. I had a sonnet half-written in my head about a week ago but I think I've lost most of it now.
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I've never done one before, actually. Joyce made me want to try.