If I could dream surely I could choose
to fall into your hands, I'm not
looking for redemption, I have emptied
all those bottles, but there is a breath that remains
that could use some comfort.
carry me to your ocean. let me go, slipping
intoxicated into the moment, lingering in the baptism.
there ain't much of me left to tithe but I
could offer you a prayer
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