4.09.2008

Field passion

Set the needles to the west and sing that johnny march and hum. we're coming home again. one parcel pieced together from the stuttering holes in the sand digging graves for brightened daydreams.

Soot sift in amber as soft suffering.

And burn.

One as however many.

To glow.

Ebb the welcoming memorial.

Bring it Back.mp3

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