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This is how the sick shakes

the health service can't find 

    the fault of the control panel

this is how the shadowy cross shakes

and the sleeveless gape of fame

this is how visions shake unheard brooms

and all loans scream down the slide

this is how the raw alleys shake

who ask which pots

come and save the dropped eggs

asks every box asks its visions

and the earth's gape so deep

tell me it's begun before it's begun

at dawn and out across the globe loudly

God is wet today, wet and pregnant

out of the accounting books

yes, even out of the accounting books

a small, thin voice is heard asking

hello God is it you?