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by Marksman45 » March 5th, 2006, 6:08 pm
i'm hanging this on barbed wire when i'm through.
There's stars falling in through the window,
tearing back oldest blue
and i only see the holes,
and i only see the whole
and the hail, the hail comes soon;
back and fall to heavy doom.
A crack up on the olden wheel.
The wheel just lies there in the field,
resting,
ungrowing
Today's junk will be tomorrow's soil.
Primary succession -----
----- Mushroom dance, faerie ring,
down, do<i>wn</i>, <i>down</i>
(don't you hear it moving?)---