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In this deflection? Graceless Faceless traces Bless In anesthetic shadows. Draped, Unearthly, Clouded netting Shrouds the eyes Descending. Does my father see in me

Her face, so dear Or loss so clear? In plea Rack of Agnus Dei

In winding spin of cherry time Dripping syrup flavored rhyme Heaven gracing savor Threw us on our knees Twisted sips of ecstacy Carved cask friezes, wrecks at sea, Such heaven's hastened sailors

As salt us in our needs, Assault us in our dreams. Pickled Jagged Bagged And jangled How so snagged? Why so tangled Knot? Of him, Not I, of hymn. In his time come, Elysium. I unravel, in elegy My heaven chastened healer Who nurtured on his knee. For he Was he And he was He