blazing to the highest heavens

but how can i measure

i’m ill equipped

i am not God

touching my way on the ground

just like one that lived before

the Psalms were written

i do not know how to swim

out of water

Mohawk street is not the same

the houses are familiar

in the vagueness of my name

teacup roses are all now full of moss

the churches are different

than when i was knee long high

i cried out as silently as i could

is the world changing

or am i

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