The voice of the LORD was deep and smooth with bass
And the fire crackled like a record
That perfect circle of completion
Black as the pitch of my heart
The face of God like the harmony-laden grooves
Valleys that I could dwell in all my days
Feet naked so as to be as close to feeling
The sound of that voice echoing in the groaning clay
Allow me to stand you up and dust you off
Hallowed and ancient.
Any place the needle hits
Will do
And will echo deep
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