Sunrise Rehoboth
Psychedelic ocean and the gulls slate gray
A man prepares his tripod for blastoff
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Backstage the moon shot through with blue
Bows to the sun and gives way
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Where’s the pilgrim fellowship chanting in the sand?
The mournful Scottish bagpipe band?
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This morning all worship comes down to me
Godless, with sacred symphony
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