Pulmonics

The thick peppery clouds of Por Larranaga flouting in and out of my mouth. The warm life-water coating my throat. My hands are already cold from typing in the brisk night air. Sufjan Stevens takes me on a journey to an Illinois I didn't know before. Jesus, your Spirit-wind wax over these beloved ones:

Alyssa: Jason: Paul: Melissa: Sean: Chris: Antony: Jolie: Connor: Rod: Dave: Don: Don: Mack: Matthew: Barry: Mark: Rochelle: Ashley: Tim: Jennifer: David: Jenny: Callaway: Tim: Ron: Ron: Sondra: G.W.: Sharla: Glendene: Hubert: Joei: Les: Paul: Tracy: Katie: Chris: Bonnie: Dempsey: Linda: Ryan: Mark: Brian: Bob: Justin: John: Al: Peg: Heather: Emily: Stephen: Steven: Tony: Lu Ann: Melissa: Seth: Joe: Joe: Kevin: Randy: Natasha: Alicia: Christina: Cathy: Reggie: Jessica: Susanna: Paul: Mark: Glen: David: David: Steve: Steve: Paula: Micah: Alyssa: Ian: Liam: Jan: Bruce: Jason: Greg: Enid: Danya: Rick: Evan: Leslie: Erika: Daniel: Andrew: Christi: Josh: Dave: Shawn: Jeremy: Blake: Matt: Mindy: Bob: Debbie: Mike: George: John: Brian: Michelle: George: Allison: : : : : : :

Beauty will save the world.
Christ, reign. Christ, refrain. Christ, enter. Christ, move.