32–Simple Things

days of regular prayer

the chanting of going

through a day of bread

and blood a swirl of

questions hawks rise

to awswer nothing

at night it feels too

late to figure out

why and how

we came here and where

it is we are going

instead i watch your face

open in the cold moonlight

lift my lips to sing simple

things that have no understanding

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