I woke before the sun rose Lord and I am not coming before now you to pray but to splash cold water on my face to anticipate the day to drink this black cup last night in a restless fit of dreams I walked the streets beneath a thunderous dome beneath electrified branches crackling across the clouds and a limb of lightning struck
THE THREAD | For those who carry us
THE THREAD | For those who carry us
THE THREAD | For those who carry us
I woke before the sun rose Lord and I am not coming before now you to pray but to splash cold water on my face to anticipate the day to drink this black cup last night in a restless fit of dreams I walked the streets beneath a thunderous dome beneath electrified branches crackling across the clouds and a limb of lightning struck