poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Dear God
Dear God Mother of all peoples great and small - and of things that slither and crawl Our gratefulness bounteous Lord for the wine, and the meats and breads for small comforts given us to afford and the safety of our beds Your forgiveness we implore for our sins, deeds you abhor Your mercy, for undeserving lives Ours, our children's and wives' Your Kingdom our hearts await on Earth as in thine Heaven Your blessings for tectonic plate and the oceans eleven And when we lay us to rest pray your love our breath preserve Or our souls your loving breast fast embrace if we so deserve Amen 10-IV-01
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