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Glory for Rations
There was an outpouring
Time used and not spent
down slots
Of old machines
Where the jackpot was kept
Within the cage
Rolling... it rolled
By vision not not
not fear
Did our fingers tremble
tremble tremble
From exhausted sinews
And the gaze over taped up spectacle
Was a vertical one
The vertical expanded
the horizontals' possibility
One of our own
Covered
Under the shadow of His wing
A thousand purposes laid through the field
And the bloody fist apon the plow
Felt altogether awful to the summers touch
But the Son saw something in it.
And the straw, it rolled rolled
Rolled into hay
And the hay hay
Hay
It glittered.
It glittered like Gold
Time used and not spent
down slots
Of old machines
Where the jackpot was kept
Within the cage
Rolling... it rolled
By vision not not
not fear
Did our fingers tremble
tremble tremble
From exhausted sinews
And the gaze over taped up spectacle
Was a vertical one
The vertical expanded
the horizontals' possibility
One of our own
Covered
Under the shadow of His wing
A thousand purposes laid through the field
And the bloody fist apon the plow
Felt altogether awful to the summers touch
But the Son saw something in it.
And the straw, it rolled rolled
Rolled into hay
And the hay hay
Hay
It glittered.
It glittered like Gold
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