The spiritual temperature is hot tonight
We are the bricks in the road toward glory
we are the rope securing the raft
We are each a single note from the beak of the morning canary
The psychic heat wave is bearing down
It finds the mercury in us
For we are the lucky thermometers
Asleep or awake in the python
Don't choke on these vivid dreams
The snake sends them and they are of water
Submerged crucifixes, he bathes his cross as if it was an invalid parent, out of all affirmation
Down the steps where the public stands shocked, unable to jeer or blame
Cleaning the blood off, face full of cheer
of all affirmation, for in water that heavy blood soaked cross has no weight at all
Amen
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