Has become my mantra
Has become my call
I sing it to school buses going by
And throw it up over the green mountain
We call south and they call north
Which today because it’s
Promiscuous spring anointing
Our feet with refuse and flowers
Because today you died
And were finally able
To get a good night’s sleep
Wholly leaving a gaping hole
Gone from here to everywhere
Walking some dusty road
Wholly holy wholly hole
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