tin cup flowers and cars slurring by a broken man touch the earth, sad bandana wrapt around his hand, God gives him road. the dirt believes in what his hand reminds i feel the moon, and taste the sky. you're wind in the washboard, swallows dipped in silver and *** sweep in and out of- sparrows sparkling and- kicking stones to the side. ******* pockets. i fell off the whole universeΒ Β just for a moment.