it only takes
the car breaking down
the taxes over due
the phone company calling
and an empty wallet
to look up at the sky
and stop asking, why--
why me why me why me?
you see, it's the dam breaking
that's shaking some truth awake
i'm okay
i'm still safe
safe enough to seek pleasure
in the rough edges of
ancient prayers for
more than the
bare minimum
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