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God the Lightbulb

I like it of a morning when the
lunatics still sleep

I like it of a morning when you
let my conscience weep

I love it of a rainy dawn when
all my souls you keep;
The scattered selves all rent apart,
who battle through the week.

I like and love you God
of mine. You are inside me all the time

– but mostly
after watching you,
and listening too
and always after
judging and condemning you
I see in sumptuous dew-soaked solitude

Your glory shining through.