fisherman

one last scream drowned in his throat
praise is the addiction of a lifetime

in fertile waters
a child is born
praise is the addiction of a lifetime

when he begins to move
a stranger cuts him
reminds him what he needs
praise is the addiction of a lifetime

his father dead and he too young
to know it’s not his fault
he learns alongside a stranger
always a stranger
praise is the addiction of a lifetime

there are stones to be moved
father and son and stranger
honor always the next
that one day the haunt upon another
would make a god of man
praise is the addiction of a lifetime


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