Driving in the hottest part of earth
Where I atoned myself
With the hottest of heat from hell.

I trust my never failing faith
But my thinking is sheer light
For they that live, are all jailed.

Like oil above the water
My worries are kept floated
Thrusting from me to the sky.

Trying to be okay, but I’m so high
High on the sweet love of wonder
Wondering not sober and sorrow.

Five fingerlings on a starry
Five fingerlings catching air
From outside my window.

I drove within against my hair
Smiling without a sheer of hurry
To the eye where the wind blow.

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