what box, Pandora
standing
where I lie
someone
asked
does it rain enough here
too much maybe, that's clear
my garden is always wet near
the mold of my lost chances
hope
I try and hold,and explain
a true random dances and
finds out where I live
why I bleed the quiet like a sieve
faith
why I, in hushed blanket regards
cover all my payments in full, for sin
and stick letterhead of noticed shards
in the ripe of empty mailboxes again
charity
asking
anyone
where I lie
to stand
again
EJR (c)
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