Mine is a rudderless vessel
guided by a Pharisee wind –
the breath that no one sees
but me.
He was there at the porch
that day I knocked
and said nothing.
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Mine is a rudderless vessel
guided by a Pharisee wind –
the breath that no one sees
but me.
He was there at the porch
that day I knocked
and said nothing.