we see what we are really up to --
they are coming into bloom again!
they are coming into bloom again!
and when we come across them we
See them!
See them!
and by now it should be super
obvious that they are
marching still, bared by
the storms from my calendar
the storms from my calendar
which is in fact a stone wheel of
a calendar --
winds that blow back the sand!
chase a train and see where you
end up -- it may kill you because
they -- are -- super -- fast
winds that enfilade dirt!
winds that by strange craft
winds that by strange craft
chase me and chase the wind
and chase the air and chase
the waves and chase the chickens
have whipped up a black army
have whipped up a black army
be happy -- that you -- exist
and that -- you are not yet --
dust and you are not yet -- an elephant
that by pick and shovel
bare a procession to
that by pick and shovel
bare a procession to
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