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<br>[[Image:CCho.png|120px|left]][[Image:CCho.png|120px|right]]<center><br><font color=black style="font-size: 25pt; text-shadow: 5px 5px 8px gray;">Briar Thomas Williams</font><br><br><font color=black style="font-size: 12pt; text-shadow: 5px 5px 8px gray;">“Pulled off the highway in Missouri,<br>
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And lo, our hearts were heavy laden.<br>
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Made for the chapel with some spraypaint<br>
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For all the things we'd held in secret.<br>
| By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
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| In every crest some undulating light or shade--some retrospect,
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Lord, lift up these lifeless bones,<br>
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Light cascading through the windows.<br>
| Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas--scenes ephemeral,
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All the rainbow's heavy tones.<br>
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| The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
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He has fixed his sign in the sky.<br>
| Myself through every by-gone phase--my idle youth--old age at hand,
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He has raised me from the pit and set me high.<br>
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| My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past,
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Left that place in ruin,<br
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Drunk on the spirit and high on fumes.<br>
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Checked into a Red Roof Inn,<br>
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Stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants.”</font><br></center>
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| Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.'''
 
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Revision as of 00:17, 11 September 2014


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Briar Thomas Williams

“Pulled off the highway in Missouri,

And lo, our hearts were heavy laden.
Made for the chapel with some spraypaint
For all the things we'd held in secret.


Lord, lift up these lifeless bones,
Light cascading through the windows.
All the rainbow's heavy tones.


He has fixed his sign in the sky.
He has raised me from the pit and set me high.


Left that place in ruin,<br Drunk on the spirit and high on fumes.
Checked into a Red Roof Inn,

Stayed up for several hours and then slept like infants.”