Sunday
Today,
The sea has its own religion;
It is as blue
As an acori bead
I rubbed in my hand.
I think
Of swimming out
for miles
and miles
in prayer.
I think
Of never struggling back
In doubt.
As though
In a world like this
Love starts over and over again.
-Primus St. John
10.13.2009
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