The mystery sank deep
Into the veins
Of my double-beat heart
Rolling out my exhausted tongue
Like a one-week old worn out party blower
I put my knees down
Rested my head
Against the shoulder of the Holy Ghost
While desperation waded in my breath
I flipped the Bible with a flippant hand
Found Jeremiah in a well
Charmed and confused
With two minds
I tossed a mental coin
What secret loomed
Hid as doom within a day
And I returned
Back to the head hung mire
To start and start again
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