The sign of the cross a million times
and God apologizes for the mind inside my brain.
It says the hourglass fills in the Devil's skull.

And i am like lovers that lead you into quicksand untouched.
They whipped the mule of your soul crazily with sledehammers,
and on someone's grief we huddle outside a man's mouth;
Waiting to be healed like the soft piano solo of your soul.

gregory collins

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