Sama Guent Guii (My Dream)

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like the priest's hand in the wound
I slid mine past the blood of your womb
and you trusted me
with angry angels all around
you trusted me

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the lone guitar hushed everyone
the player's voice calling forth spirits
yesterdays forgotten
and while the fire glowed on our faces
some of us cried

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the earth moaned at dawn
blowing away death and night
exhausted and relieved, we stood there naked
dirty beggars of the sun

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the bird flew away without singing
a witness laden with a heavy burden
our eyes followed him
lifted out of ourselves
afraid again of God


Copyright Eric Nunnally Feb 09, 2006