give me this day my daily bread:
sunlight crisp and unclouded,
the laughter of my mirrored offspring,
frog song and owl speech at night,
the sleeping logs aglow with warmth,
pen and page, cedar and sage,
another day to age, to grow and die into,
the jazz of this musical planet,
a whirling tail of canine fluff,
oh wine and wonder!
is it for this that i live and suffer to live
until the suffering is but the rose of spring's thorn?
cast me into the sea and sing like the moon,
grant for me this companionship with all things,
one to break bread with, or two or three,
until the blessings cannot be counted,
until i may find peace, a piece of cake
so i may eat it too.
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