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"I will show you fear in a handful of dust" T. S. Eliot
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I used to mingle with the dried leafs and the autumn wind
Now the trees all wear frightening faces and avoid contact
At all costs
The frozen wind spreads rumors through the woods
A new war is coming that will end it all
Old bark begins to creek
Ancient roots unveil dirt and horror
This is the time of soul gathering under a giant tree
And I\'m left on this muddy river shore
With plastic bags and a dead bird
Caught in a fishing net
As quiet companions
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Hairline border between now and mass destruction
Not another hypocritical speech
Matter bursting free energy
Delete
Arouse more than sleepy eyebrows
Dust covered eyelashes
And quirky question marks
I offer a future uncanny
Like waking up in your grandfather\'s dirty clothes
Laying on your belly on the worked out field
Mouth filled with rich soil
Arms embracing the earth
Soul lost in the wind
***
There\'s a new wind of change
And it carries ancient whispers
Muddy recipes of another golem ramification
Death by dried earth
Solid air
Dirty hands will someday strangle sunshine
And broken bathroom mirrors
In old gas stations
Could be a gateway
To your former self
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Throw a quarter in the dust filled air
Think about glory and illusion
Remember
Marc Anthony and Cleopatra had their faces stamped
On different sides of the same coin
Now the last mermaid is trapped in a defective jukebox
And spinning spiders spin their webs above your head
As if thoughts could fly
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Out of Time
