It’s not the yellows of September which color me
or the blue coattails of a rusty dusk
but that the tectonic heartbeat
of the world
has your eyes
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A consortium of the addictive and bizarre
It’s not the yellows of September which color me
or the blue coattails of a rusty dusk
but that the tectonic heartbeat
of the world
has your eyes
