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My announcement comes like a fast
Words don't bounce to a next person
Cos I am the only next for 24 hours
Each day
Each present moment pressing for a future
Channels show me to divinity for many
There ain't nothing in expectations
A garden channel or a Sunday Roast, crabs or laughter
Dance move solo
More death
Window shows me peace parks cars parked
The block raises up high
Papers distracted from those making papers
Blue flashing lights are now more ambulances
Silence in the churches
Asking to be in and of our hearts
Instead of wood rafters.
