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57 psalm I am not lyric any more I will not play the harp for your pleasure I will not make a joyful noise to you, neither will I lament for I know you drink lamentation, too, like wine so I dully repeat you hurt me I hate you I pull my eyes away from the hills I will not kill for you I will never love you again unless you ask me * * * * You have made everything wondrous after its kind the x molecule hooks the y molecule mountains rise with utmost gravity snow upon their shoulders a congress of crows circulates through the maize whose sheen brightens through a breezeless morning the ribbed leaf a spot of scarlet floats on the shivering creek 58 each single thing so excellent in form and action whether by chance by excitement by intention you draw along a dappled path the wren to her nest, the fledglings cry, the lions flow rhythmically toward the antelope, the butterfly flicks yellow wings, the galaxies propagate light in boundless curves past what exists as matter, as dust You have done enough, engineer how dare we ask you for justice * * * * Do not think I fail to remember you were right there clasping me when we danced without words commandments fear oh it was so good oh it was like melting oh it was like a rainbow so where in hell are you now you can tell I’m lonely ...

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