The Direction Home
Flatten the hills as promised
Remove salt from the seas
Remove the east from the west
Make all directions point north and south
Make babies return to the womb
Make mothers change their tune
Turn the corner of your mind to the sublime
Turn the tumbling tides into suggestions
From the inside out into a question
Turn bread and wine into Yourself
Before You rise, before our eyes
Promise to leave us to our devices
Be they battery operated or electric
Promise to save us from ourselves
Before we drown, before the power outage
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