and of this world remeber
dancing free and running downhill
pockets fat with corn and dust from dry clay roads
in every corner music boils in the rat holes while the waltz preceeds the tango and disco wasn't born but stiffled in it's initial conception
no man has a key to a home they've not withdrawn from
and in the pussy willow after thoughts of burnt lips and malnutrition
we walk on with glass shard trampled underfoot forming a lasting impression on ourselves