Impatient Sun

Diane Cluck

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    Tonight is colder than the fingernails of bitches
    Buckled belts on angry men
    I was riding when the onslaught happened
    I said, "here we go again"
    There was paper blowing all around the ditches
    Calling me to find a pen
    And when i went into the pen shop
    I almost stayed too long
    If you stop to think what color ink to write your scriptures in
    Your vision will be gone
    And every time i bear a vision of you
    I admit i try to stop it
    But mothers can not carry babies past their due
    So, why deny if i'm a prophet
    I see you waiting like an impatient sun
    Knowing the moon will soon eclipse it
    I see greatness in yr future
    And then i see y'll never glimpse it
    Before y're yanked away
    And though i shiver for all the unknown painters
    Who complete their masterpieces on the undersides of rocks
    And every day there are fishermen who wake at dawn
    To find their boats are gone
    The ragged ropes still trailing off the docks
    I'm waiting like an impatient son
    Knowing his momma's gonna leave
    When you see death written on a living face before you
    You just get on with it
    Cause what are supposed to grieve
    The night is teeming with the bloody teeth of traitors
    Hear it beating with the plastic hearts of liars
    The toxic fumes will keep the godly ones away
    Were they thrown into the fires
    But you are waiting like an impatient sun
    Waiting for its turn to shine
    And like the sun we're going to miss you
    Your brightness
    When you leave us all behind

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