Ripping Out Pages

Ripping out pages plucking them one by one—leaves or days—of my life, and the leaves on the tree outside are a dying generation this Winter—every Winter…

And life is a prayer formed with the lips of a lifetime of slow time, of waiting to die, and the act of dying is just like saying “amen,” and I took the hymnal and I’ve been ripping out pages…

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