Litany

From radio quiet

From the attic and the rots therein

From the devil at the doorstep

and the Great Unborn

Deliver us

From common saints

Deliver us

and our slick dread

Deliver us

From the science of the lovesick

Lord deliver us

From heirlooms of weaths and sea glass

Deliver us O Lord

(from the lies we tell ourselves)

O Lord

From a ribfull of cedars

O Lord

and the seabirds

O Lord

From the signal like a rosary calling

O Lord

From visability

O Lord

And the long currents of this life

Lord deliver us