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I wonder if God has a mixer board
Where he selects certain things
And sets them to blend

Where he chose to combine
Native Irish beliefs and
Lessons in my Grandma

Where he took rape and mental
Torture set it to spin
And spun the wonder of my mother

Where he stopped caring
And carved me out
Of my rock tabled before time

I wonder how these blinking lights must look
When we're wires tripped tangled spliced
To one another rarely present to this reality

But my world is full of storms
And one blinking light looks an awful lot
Like the lightening streaking through my mind

So I'm weaving patterns
Too hot to handle
Touching a power beyond me

But still I wonder
If He created me and I can create
Do we both stay away from fear?