Morning when she curtains
reveal an infant lay
Before the day breaks the
gods with its backbone in the soil
Let me reach my fingers
up to touch your face
Before words like bricks and mortar
rebuild the structures of the day
Let my pure devotion
be refined, in tenants of a face
Statues with teeth and collars
Turn to angels with rays above their brow
When you like thieves and robbers
Break through the systems of the now
Till the skin is built like
untarnished I am by the sun
Still these moments keep moving so fast
I can all see them turn to ash
Peering out from the
tents we pitched in the woods
Hundreds for the occassion
caught fire like you told me their would
Still these moments keep moving so fast
I can almost see them turn to gold

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