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Youth Pastor Vibes

    you school me in the drip           living sun

                         up today so stained it high green

                        so sail      vineyards awake

                      down where flowers capillary

                    cold wet painted around halo trees wet

                      with old light                  held     faces

                  beaut from drowned stumps          I’m around

              here is where flowers wait for you             alone

        at one with up and at it           at a time     when I’m

           straight from the drip         a living sun     up today

deep lemon barking at last year’s leaves with cold wet paint

   so that I blacken with vineyards waking rust into mud

           so that I walk backwards out of the tomb

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