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7 Song for the Holy Ghost Thanks for the letter B and the long E. Thanks for meaning most. And shouts of what could be rage or joy I don’t know that rumble in the sky and grow ominous and close. I know it is thunder. Thank you for lightning over the house and the sky-high towers of rain leaning in the field and falling. Thank you for the shimmer in the walls of heat the storm breaks just before dinner so my daughter puts on a sweater before we eat. Thank you for the lovely gift of her and all the time we had that will go on I’m certain in the summer of what will never pass. Something radiates in all we were so that we are I hope what lasts. Love, you are my only word it seems. You have made me difficult to be taken seriously by most. You spill the blood of Being all over the Host. You take the god of Death who wanders out through space like an old woman out for pancakes. You make the house tremble in the storm until the heat breaks and we sit down my family in the summer in our sweaters and saying so makes it better. Whoever You Are, watch out for her. Protect her. She has a golden secret like a soul to say. You should let her. ...

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