And so I decree...

if nothing else, please don't die.

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LO, and so i call upon the multitude of ecclesiae,

protect my mother
,even if i myself do not believe in thee,
this flesh angelentity,
this Lavae Marie Aguilar,
this Lavae Marie Drinovsky,
Mother,
mother, fruit maker,
companion,
friend,
with crosshatch hair and
gooseflesh skin and
lover of my father, Frank,
receiver of his name,
receiver of his (sometimes) emotinalabuse,
receiver of (our)his constant love
giver of me and my brother and my sister
lover (but not lover) of our dog Foxy and our cats Nike and Bella,
wearer of threads of thrift and for whom clothing brands mean Sears or Carson's or JC Pennys or Target,
who once was in residence in Joliet,
nee Romeoville,
both in Illinois,
and who before she was born resided in both southern Illinois and Southern Wisconsin,
and even before then resided across the Oceans and Seas,
Manager and almost secondary mother to those working under her,
in her hospital bill office, though one worker is older,



re-lies on your protection.

and though i say to you that i do not think
you to be in existence
or to even hear my plea,

if my mother can be saved then i will damn well try


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AND IF IT IS SO THAT, by whatever will, thou or thine find it fit to link her blood flow to the running of the river Du Page, or the river Des Plaines,as if somehow she was the mother of the nature that surrounds her like she could,

then i beg let these rivers forever overrun
the indents they have made,
never to dry or to be damned,
be it by creature habit,
or sun heat,
for as these rivers have made a ditch into the land
they run on so has my mother made a identation into me,
and if her blood is dammed
and damned then
well, my blood shall run cold
and my rivers shall dry,
and pucker and crack,
though not before
they empty themselfs

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AND IF IT IS FOUND FIT THAT, by whatever will, thou or thine find the town of Channahon, Illinois, to be abwhorrent, to be full of sin, and thou or thine decide to call upon the waters of lake Heidecke and Goose to wash over the town to reclaim it,

then i postulate upon postulates,
let my Lavae Marie Aguilar Drinovsky live.
let her be out with my father watching her comedies of film or
let her be out with her non-biological but more real mother or

let her be out _________________________________________ or

let her be out

make her ark be something that keeps her from her Yellow House,
with the patio windbroom swept,
with castle-like courtyard for castle/like occupant,
with backyeard, trimmed and cut and snipped and snicked,
with the insides filled with the cleangodliness that can only be achieved with

y
e
ars
,seasons,months,w
eeks,day s,h
ours,seconds

of work.

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AND IF STORM WITH MOUTH AND TEETH OF LIGHTNING BE NECESSARY, and thine or thou see it fittest to send it through the power lines and into the lining of a person's being,

then i, prey, pray that it is seen fit that,
Lavae Marie Drinovsky,
is not near her seldom used computer
or near any equipment electrical,
and also not driving her luxury,
her red Infiniti,
through the power lines that may be on the ground,
crackling,
crickling,
freeing,
frying,
zipping,
zapping,
pencil sharp
like eels,
and i ask
nay,beg,
that no
natural
disaster
hit or
aeffect
her.
so i say
to you.


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AND TO THE LESSER EVILS I SAY: BACK YOU TO HELL, in whichever shape or form, all encompassing, back into the Styx

be ye in whatever form,
and i ask ye protectors and prohphets and tenents
of religion and i humbly beg that you be
like Rome Plows upon these jungly devils,
and i protest my mother never be ill,be it
of body or cerebral decay,and i ask that
her sinews that hold me together never sever,
whether naturally or in human illinterest,and
i beg never let she be distressed,or drown,
or a terrorist ransom, or a mugger's lament,
protect her from all eviles,like house collapse,
or animal attack,and ferocious intention,
be her aegis against all medusas and chimeras,
whatever they may be.and i beseech thee , never
let her breath be silent or a mirror lay undisturbed
and unfogged 'neath her nose until her body naturally
suffers,and i ask when her time comes that her end
be swift, and end not with a whimper or a bang,not
with a sigh or a cry,
but with a laugh
and a smile.


and her life ends, and all church bells wring
the slow rites of spring.


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