Not At Ease

Bless me when I sneeze
Put me at ease in the balmy palm
Trees, I give into the sway I don’t
Give it all away, I hold on to what
Builds me up, mystery lives and
Solves inside me, time, God, endless
Time, I have lacked clarity because
I just ask for prosperity, risk is a
Disk that spins in your head, you
Ask me to be dead to live in you,
Wealth and health I put on the
Shelf, I pull down not another
Double blessing or a rich man’s
Dressing, every year can’t be
A year of favor or jubilee so
Read me, scarcely does the
Prophet cry, do you see me now
Do you trust me now, give me
A word to shatter the comfort
Of my own interest

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