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Jan 2014
GOD IS IN THE HOUSE, making his HOLLOW SOUNDS;
and i can hear you CALL OUT on NEW YEAR'S EVE.
and THE SKY LIT UP over GREEN GRASS and 1000 OCEANS.

you are VENUS AS A BOY, FACE TO THE HIGHWAY.
NOVEMBER HAS COME, and IN BETWEEN DAYS,
YOU ARE ALL I HAVE. WE CAME ALONG THIS ROAD:
GOLD MINE GUTTED, THE DARKER DAYS OF ME AND HIM.

O DEATH,
IF ONLY TONIGHT WE COULD SLEEP.
WE ARE FREE MEN, EXILES AMONG YOU,
you who believe in MORE THAN THIS.
but HOW CAN YOU BE SURE?

HALLELUJAH,
to these HALCYON DAYS,
where we find peace.
GOD, SHOW YOUR FACE--
RESONANCE on the COLD WATER.
I KNOW YOU KNOW
that we are singing to your TRAVEL HYMN.
ONE OF US CANNOT BE WRONG.
(c) shiloh renee 2014
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