Learning the lazy prayer  For quiet mornings


Walking down
The sleep isle

Tears rolling off
A zombie sun

Pricks on the horizon
Fish bone shadow puppets

Billboards
Reminding me to relax

Infinite multiplying screams
Saying: I can’t be heard.

Miles of doctors walking the plank
A sea of elective surgeries

Living long
enough

Learning the lazy prayer
For quiet mornings

It takes more and less

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