The Weeds

I am deep in the weeds, Lord
deep as the depths go
and if I must be deep
as it appears I must be
why must it be weeds, my Lord
why weeds

I dream of the deep: to sink
deep in the fragrant flower beds
deep in the tingling pools of my lover’s moan
indeed, deep in the womb of God, my Lord
why not these
why weeds
why weeds

It's Nearly Over

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