This Morning
This morning, love, the sky’s opaque
You are the spirit, you can see
Though spirit term seems rather vague
It emphasizes mystery
Relies on my imagination
A bit too much, as if implied
My faith in the divine ascension
But the first thing that comes to mind
Why it’s impossible to meet
Our Lord again, how could he be
Not recognized on crowded street
If he’d come down his folk to see
I guess that Jesus was repeated
In some of those who tried to care
And so the devil was defeated
In a fixed match for devil’s share
I don’t want to display a doubt
It always finds a way to show
Without flesh life makes no sound
In any kind of form we know
It’s all our fantasy and joy
Of the imagined world that is
Supposed to be a great deploy
To serve reality we miss.
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