Inside
Oh Christ, catch an idea
Stuck in the throat
Choking, coughing, spitting
The idea of salvation?
Ground in till belief flourishes
Understood by sight and senses
Those who undertake the holy journey
The truths of all who laugh and cry
Span the time, limitless decades
Watching water flow
Mountains sitting surprise
Blue skies span limitless views
Telling things in quiet voice
And all the time I cough
Cough and retch and spit
whatever it is I hold inside
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