Cynthia Alexander’s Comfort in Your Strangeness

woke up this morning
I was staring at the ceiling cracks
and roadmaps and landscapes and highways
I have seen
I have been
to places far and deep in my mind only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness
Of moving shadows when I call the wind by name
rushing Firewater in the dark of a cloud
I have seen
I have been
to places far and deep in my mind only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness
we are slaves to the crimes we commit
in fits of passion
we shame
we are nothing we are nothing we are nothing we are nothing
but the dust on Your feet
dying to be born again
singing Ether Water Fire singing Earth Singing Air
I have seen
I have been
to places far and deep in my mind only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness
I have seen
I have been
to places far and deep in my mind
only to find
Comfort in Your strangeness

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