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Grind The Clusters
3-7-17

Of which I should show thee
In the space of many days
Write, blessed are the dead
Behold a white cloud that doesn't rain
On His head a golden crown
And in His hand a sharp sickle
And fifteen families staring
See to their need and grind the clusters
Not supposed to break down
As to be safe and sound
Whither shall I go superhuman
To cover everything
Armed I had made a bellows
These are the seeds of love
As commanded for a raindrop on my shoulders
Let us slay our fathers and swallow the hurt
And listen to the dirt
Put on a clean shirt...




Build Your Ship (Help Them Understand)
3-7-17

Desirous that they would but labor
They did not believe I could build that ship
Laughing in the wind and crying in the rain
I've been here before
And I'll go there again
Making tools of the one to find out what it's all for
Come the springtime and all you've got to do is listen
As your thoughts will be established
To smite two stones together
And talk about the weather
Arise and get thee to the mountains
I would do it for you tonight
Great and marvelous are thy works
Lord God Almighty
Molten out of the yolks....