Either Explorer

We are cheap spinners
for God, math significance
harmless lights in harmonic
childlike faith o’er ignorance

B’She’s naught real magic
til change o’ heart
minds are too sleazy
sloppy copy, albeit Art

Dad called me prophet
mourn my mere hocus
I paint feelings, time’n
Angel stealing focus

What have you, Saint
eyes and legs for Days
fire’s cooler, jump sooner
less painful with Grace

What have you, Brother
who’ve spilled ‘cent blood
I’ve a throng below
and Just Couple above

What have you, Saviour
I’d heard you’d change
fidgeting spinners ‘to singers
saving us, the Strange

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