I am mourning
the morning
I saw the light come out from
behind the mountains
A bastard light
that came to life
from whatever went on back
there in the dark
a bastard light
that came to life, from God
I mourn the morning
until we are well into the day
for what is here is here to stay
I take off the black
and I sit naked in the shade
1999
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