A Prayer
I gave them names
when crosses died
Inserted praise
where ours stood
I chose their tales and raptured souls
And braised a sin
in toil for lost breath,
I matched those fables
to untold restrain
Relined the thoughts to rhythm
yet unwilled
I floated a grin
atop despair
I dragged a sight and restored
my will...
I staggered words
abreast of harm
Rejoined them true to wasted time
We sipped from chance's
rented guile
We called it back to slay the borrowed
us
Of sails and winds these waves shall stream
Of tales and souls our dreams shall weave
Inside the broken stilts we still
rely on prayer's woken guilt
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