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Our Faithlessness Anguishes
somewhere in this ocean of rules and replies
there must be a word for the feeling
in this chair watching sun hit your shoulder
in this room watching power lines flicker
 
I'm reeling in different languages
I'm dying in awe
adrift where uncertainty languishes
frozen waiting for you
 
somewhere in our house there's a photograph
of you asleep on a train
I'm watching through camera lenses
I'm washing your hair
 
I'm reeling in different languages
I'm dying in awe
afloat on our faithlessness anguishes
frozen waiting for you
 
I'm lost in an hour of your singing
        if we had a -- to pray to a
torn down by the chill of this floor
        more years or -- more strength or
unmade by a textbook of consequence
        if we were the -- one moment of
undressed in these hallways of hesitance
        to tell it to -- more time baby
 
 
somewhere in this silence of gifts and returns
there must be a word for our mourning
on this phone calling lies to our doorway
on this earth selling shares of our dreaming
 
I'm reeling in different languages
I'm dying in awe
America flows through our averages
frozen waiting for you
 
somewhere in our house there's a letter
we wrote to your Mom
we promised her Christmas and grandchildren
we promised us wisdom and solitudes
 
I'm reeling in all of the languages
I'm dying in awe
I promised to wait here 'til morning
I'm staring down daylight and nurses
 
I'm keeping a list of these arguments
I'm holding your hand through the bandages
awake through these eons of motionlessness
frozen waiting for you
 
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