Sunday, September 30, 2007

They tell me I'm walking through blood
and steel falling
and burning eyes
and dense thickets
and madness on at the center of town
and the Rock Show
and clovis
and pitch and blackness
and faces hovering in light
and river deposits
and coal
and revolution
and blueberry wine
and ghost tracks
and fame on the courthouse steps
and worlds I can't see

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