Instead of living water
Flowing pure and free
The rust corrupts all water
That trickles out of me.
Not for the piggyback ride of a child
Nor for an airlift I look
I have created this tangled old web
One lousy strand at a time. Behind my mask of service
Behind my task of grace
Behind my grudge of inconvenience
This rusted heart will race
Willful and careless
Distracted, indifferent
A valley of ones that are dry.
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