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Apr 2018
Drink of streams from hidden sources
Blindly ride the star streaked heavens
Breathe in deep and risk your fortunes
Judge the darkness

Seek the ill winded black blown masses
Their eyes ablaze, broadcastin static
Jaws are snapping, they got hungry stomachs
Fixin' for, their latest habits

Dust the sun stroked silver highways
Carve the mountains with your shadows
Your rubber soles and your wooden heels
Are melted black and they been fire straddled

You travelers heed the village windows
Steer the weary, legged lanes
Sounding siren, sings survival
Stinging some to stir their chains

And wonder what wide containment
Seals my mind, bemires my hands
Circles told, hold rumination
Stretched for stars and promised lands

If you’re thirsty then drink from me
My toes are tapped to endless springs
Like rooted trees and jealousies
For salty seas of which they dream

Test your eyes by meteors
Think with thoughts of mountain cores
Walk the edge of an ocean shore
Oh I’m sure there’s more than this
Oh I’m sure there’s more than this
_tlg via_trf
thanks trevor, miss ya brutha
trf
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