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Nov 2020
Take me out to the middle
where the stillness always lies
out to the deep dark calm
and nothing answers back
bend my knees
bow my head
wait for revelation
sins as numerous as bubbles surface
and turn the water black.
Andrew Layman
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Andrew Layman
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     --- and Eshwara Prasad
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