217–Swinging Out

these poems are all prayers
mostly not the kind that ask
for something, the type of
communion that changes my soul
or at least my mind waiting as i
do to hear the voice it is such
a soft whisper most times i
barely catch the end of a dream
image that frees me up so drastically
i can’t stop myself from swingingout
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