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I haven’t asked him for his number

because now I am known,


now the I-I-I


am afraid,

now I am up there

on the raggedy cross

with Christ:


no longer unimaginable


(so a little breathless),

no number, no doubt


and queer the

is

space in which we

our

change minds.


with one direction and everywhere to look,

the road to Damascus took me

to Baltimore.


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