Dream Song 20: The Secret of the Wisdom

 When worst got things, how was you? Steady on?
Wheedling, or shockt her &
you have been bad to your friend,
whom not you writing to.
 You have not listened.

A pelican of lies
you loosed: where are you?

Down weeks of evenings of longing
by hours, NOW, a stoned bell,
you did somebody: others you hurt short:
anyone ever did you do good?
You licking your own old hurt,
what?

An evil kneel & adore.

This is human.
 Hurl, God who found
us in this, down
something .
 .
 .
 We hear the more
sin has increast, the more
grace has been caused to abound.

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