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THREE SIMPLE THINGS

If these three simple things are true, and I drew a palm,
I knew how I’d see soon how palms sat, and I dreamt
I knew the palm, how it was far from the signs,
how I was far from Christ where I would spend those palms.

All that’d left were visible scores on open roads up dirt
that animal marks for future, garments cut on rushes,
candy with bread, oil lamps, statues of Jesus in an
olive farm. After that, all I’d been left were clothes.
All that’d left was spread large cloths along the route.

PALASPAS

Our once blessed and passing priest created a ball with a very short time.
Later that lot of other things could be created. I wanted to learn how
to do it myself. All those trees open in a lot behind our house. Young
coconuts in the open lot in front of our house. A bird may figure,
a lovely grasshopper is served, sight and smell and fresh wave young nuts.
Flowers is cut into the church patio for the choir. They could be cut or
plaited to form patterns.

Repeating fields, almost magical tops of voices, a creator to claim. And just
no matter how intricate the palaspas, it has basically just two parts: sing
their hosannas, and angles, or temporary altars, tops of doors, windowsills,
fine houses.

But my palaspas. Priests burn. But my palaspas…Never reveal what it reveals.
Like the ash on Ash Wednesday, 40 days before Palm Sunday, reminds with a
cross, from its soot. Like a heart, like a tree frog, like palm-leaf drawn pendants,
gas pains, skin disease, toothache and tropical ulcers. Denounce or ignore or
become folk belief. Cancel dwelling. Protect the home. Protect the home.
Protect the home.

Source: Palm branches, called palaspas, are taken home after the Mass and are hung beside, on or above doorways and windows.

History class

I write the histories embedded in me as a boy.
I tell your stories but see them like another man,
stories all over and around already.
What do I tell you then?

I imagine another course, not of books, no fiction,
but of future, of a man, in words. The day, God blessing,
that you will if you seek of how men heard.
Each of us has lives with that drama, but that is not for it.

Love must be. And offers up.

If I were sleep and died to me, my second course
would be like none. How and do I a
in a course, in a single course. No man or God would
have the say and move a man, or man and if a
second in a time because she is here. And what
speaks is how of deep in the heart if great. Plus
love must be.

The first trip, which
were to come to me at your form, the second
course of all the man, is how the ranges open
and sticks, or how American Buffalo, were riches.
The second come of all their rifles, and proof of
all of what is soon and how what I would school:
If some were to, and town to me, no man or God
would have the say and move a man. What
speaks is how of deep in the heart. Plus love.

What steps on old light from dark…

What steps on old light from dark, left out of thinking.
I fall at what my life could brought me,
what began at coaster courses light.
When I was a little boy ends light.

What ends at courses life, you are me my friend.
What begins at what I see brother?
Help me with clues, because as a man you’ve seen the
long legs and where they’re from.
My memories of injury, pain, are not reuses yet.
Reuses of the day can tear through a phone body.

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