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11-28-17

Going back to Laban
Doing the best that we can
Nothing up our sleeves
To beg for a number and throw it into a river
Where we don't want to go back to the world
And its flesh still in a battle with the old man
Of lusts to never be contained
Where distance and time works for you and I
In between a hard place and a soft pillow
O, trickster, userper and supplanter of all
Tell us something new today
Excuse my Egyptian
For I know not what I say in this
Bringing it unto bondage
Jacob greatly troubled
For twelve son of thunder
And the pressure we've been under
By craft where joy starts a new work in us....