Like a breeze through the drafty window
Or the rainwater through the rent in a bell
Or the wind in the sail
Like glue
Sugary syrup
Like sap
Like honey in the cleft of the rock
Christ comes through the cracks
Once this man told me/ Over a course of one day and one night/ How his world had fallen apart/ And so he went to the underground/ Under the Earth he looked for home
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