Fog on the Glass

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One rare morning I awake
and in some not small part of me I’m shook by a feeling of grace.
A feeling of grace.

Rain may patter, the wind may hiss.
But it's not so much forgetting,
relics that clung to me loose their grip.
They loose their grip.

And we're all composed of some old beliefs.
You can't make little cuts, until you feel clean
of your memories.
And if you ever feel
when you're looking back
it would make you sick
to get past the past just breath quick
and cough ‘til you fog up the glass.

You can smooth the wood,
sand down the burl,
but to a certain extent our history is irrevocable.
Irrevocable.

After all this hand-wringing
there's still shifts in my breast.
My old body, new body, a cognate misleading at best.

And if you ever feel
when you're looking back
it would make you sick
to get past the past just breath quick
until you fog up the glass.
‘Til you fog up the glass.

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from Prison Boxing, released September 20, 2011

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