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If God Were A Surrealist (I'd Be Too)

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​Somewhere amongst the baggage lies a pearl
I cannot see and I have not found.
My belief in it s existence is that born
Of both religious faith and experiential non-answers.

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Non-formous beings,
Waiting in space
For whatever isn’t coming and
What is unattainable.

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Somewhere along the sea
Lies a painting
Depicting God and me
Separately and sufficiently.

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Along the way I see
A place to live and a place to hide.
I see things to do and
I see where we’ve been.

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When the light breaks right,
I can see where we are going,
But never have I really seen
How we get there,

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So flying triangulations
Heaping on me ostentatious
Mutilation as a gift
From a god here in earth,

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I sigh and wonder where
I will accept this all
And when I will let it all go,
Taking me on its fantastic journey.

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