transmission
god
all the animals laying trail
beyond the bough winds
mild the reflecting electricity eyes...
tears, the life that was ours
grows sharper and stronger away and beyond
short wheeling - fresh spring
gripped with blanched bones - moaned
magnesium, proverbs and sobs...
howling the pack in formation appears
diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
waving us back in formation,
the pack in formation...
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birdmad We would go on
as though nothing was wrong
And hide from these days
- we remained all alone
Staying in the same place,
staying out the time
Touching from a distance,
further all the time

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