in the quietest spin the record tumbles low
growing softer in the rafters and drafting the fresh
press into the hand beside a faith you give away
play out loud the surprises you dream of
the love that turns its own head
instead of hope let us potato
the way to depart to hearten to grow
go a different way when the sun turns down
rolling over toward comfort
warmth and hope and peace
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