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Blackbird Raum
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Whitebled
black fly, red tile, bleed oil, white tile.
i've been confused and i do not grieve to admit it,
those who walk so true convinced are standing on a leaking ship.
concealed, by some hidebound definition, the sand we're standing on will show us that it's not some rock that owns us now;
endless summer dries you up underneath the browning sky,
you live where birds do not choose to fly
but i've seen the rate among the dreams, the fly in every ointment and the crude oil in the crem
do not write lyrics for this song,
i'd rather swing a sword of dust than blow the golden horn,
'where did we go wrong?'
a cloud may wear a lining but still it holds a storm,
and i know that nothing good is going to happen but i don't know when.
the brown dove takes it's flight from above the hotel parking lot the others get bled white and tagged when they are caught.
behind the color chrome house,
the calf is whining low
like a drunk who makes his crying among the churches silent row,
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crossmaker wordstaker say'
'why not that heavy other way?
out from the eyein a ray
why not that heavy other way?'
whitebled,
men cost money
mausoleum
heaveier the tomb,
when i spit out the medicine of the cross and weary way and the fog lifts up and leaves us we notice that it's day and every worn-in delusion isand exposed
the terrified myth is crownless
groundless
only feeling cold!
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