The Drifter

The holy spirit may be a dove
But it’s an eagle in me
What other concept
Gives so bounteously

Once I was a glider
When the days were short
And the nights were long,
Now happiest but a drifter
Hearing ole man river
All night long
O my soul

Phantasmagraphalyne!
As always

The drifter

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