manifest the glory of go

past go and collect fruit

autumn on the horizon of a melting sun

round risen and roping

like swollen lips uv cowboys spitting in a land

god given ghosts were here and mopping

the spilled spells of masked smells uv indians wasted like

fruit rotting

now is the time to realize that god is gawking like a bird hopping

when it has wings

manifest the sun king glow by dropping

down down

below where all is sinking inside the smallest seed

uv

” i believe in the glory uv she”

” i believe in the glory uv he”

” i believe in the glory uv me”

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