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THE JESUS LIZARD |
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Machines bring
sunlight |
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crashing into the
jungle. |
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Sawdust rises |
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then settles on the
lake so |
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fish leap and spit. |
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I don't walk on water,
really |
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I tread light. |
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I open my green hands
and feet, |
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spread them |
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like a deck of cards. |
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One time, the
sap-spray |
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roared red. |
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Jesus ! Someone cried:
Jesus ! |
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I ran on sky, on the
rippled |
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reflections of trees,
the spill of sunset. |
