stepped slow
enraged racing hardly
the cool bright hand
comes 'round
the access said simply
the racing raced hardly
this cooling now grand
and the way it al was
the way i knew it to be
spoke softly of the middle place
softly in my ear

difference escaping here
i carried it from my home
the reverence and livelihood
would me on my own

, but here i am wasting
and quick comes the knowing
a sensation too speedy too now
to pick the pin from middle places
i am wasting

these trees forms monuments
these realities diverged
roads and roads
traveling through every eye
and watching these trees
forms monuments crashing tumbling through
waiting,

i am wasted

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