In her dreams i had been the wild one
so often the the child son
of the left handed hired gun
lift now
change yourself
put your mind in a new state
pause for five seconds
continue:
so on now we cast ourselves into non-rhythmic
nonsense
not following any pretense
or any state legislated sequence
turn away
glance back
realize that meaning is not mandatory
but then why does she always seem to show her face?
continue, no more pausing:
... pretending this magic shovel will dig us up an answer
well i've got news for you lonesome miners
no amount of excavation can shed light upon who we are.
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