Bleeding Apart
J
James McLain
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Choice is not the field of birth
lost road we try to pave.
Heavy burden heavens mouth
when yoked he said.
Outside seeing up side down
the notes are played.
Inside looking out lead glass
displays his part.
Cistern made with clay in hand
to quench his dying thirst.
Elevation heart once fallen hence
as then today a body calling.
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