A Prayer

The day’s excess leaks from recesses
Of bones and punctured consciousness;
 
Minds, overflowing, soak up dust,
Expunging it at the day’s burst end.
 
If, draining outwards, I should falter,
Let these faint words staunch the flow;
 
Let this vapour prayer waft upwards;
Let it mix with air and wine
 
As I drift, awash in myself,
You, my harbour and my storm.

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