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My eyes open in the dim light You are not there Old engine oil in my ears and red tape on the walls and the Peephole I am in every cheap hotel across the country Anything could be outside of my door I could be in a small town in Idaho An inlet on the coastal northwestern shore Minutes from the beach on the southeastern coast The glorious place where the plains give way to mesas I am all those places the ones I've been and will go to someday Scouting Searching Finding my way back to you Before the diesel fills my mind And my thoughts leave the rest of me behind And so at the designated hour My movement will be swift My stillness will be complete Non-doing Ever prepared
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
Psychic Bureaucracy
My eyes open in the dim light You are not there Old engine oil in my ears and red tape on the walls and the Peephole I am in every cheap hotel across the country Anything could be outside of my door I could be in a small town in Idaho An inlet on the coastal northwestern shore Minutes from the beach on the southeastern coast The glorious place where the plains give way to mesas I am all those places the ones I've been and will go to someday Scouting Searching Finding my way back to you Before the diesel fills my mind And my thoughts leave the rest of me behind And so at the designated hour My movement will be swift My stillness will be complete Non-doing Ever prepared
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
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