(After Charles Wright)
Lead me away from nightmares
And lead me away from pipe-dreams
That was over my head at night.
Take me away on the morning tide
And guard me with your angel wings
Against sneaker waves and spastic drivers.
Remember me when you report to Heaven,
Michael, God, and my older other.
Tell them not to worry about the fall I had this morning;
The bruise'll heal soon anyway.
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