Loose Change by Christopher A. Lane

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spend yourself - loose change in God's pocket - on the impoverished, the marginalized, the "unclean", outcast stretch, see how far you can go before the loaves and fishes run out and darkness falls fast, speak the word:  be fed, be healed, be well, as you give what you do not have and cannot afford - holy prophet turning a brass sky  to water, listen to the rain:  lips and whispered pleas ignore the howl of fear that rings in your ears and the paint-eyed whore that strips herself bare in order to distract and disable, cover your eyes until she evaporates - dead bones in a dead field, the reapers harvesting death leave the womb of satan's mistress and do not look back, there is already enough salt to pickle the world shed the skin of the snake:  just go lose your life, find it - peace

Contact Christopher A. Lane at: ShamblinGait@aol.com