Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 16:24:59 -0800
Subject: the dance of sound in blue


let
            me

but not so, she said, not so, there is no way out if you go in

   to the drawn out scream of judgments rendered

harpies to the eye, beaks pluck, mis taking the river for the moon

art, smile

slip down into

wrappers of god or its other

only the color blind know for sure, the rhythm was seeable for them

churn churn churn

the glass wind chimed distinctly across the indistinct meadow

just like me, travelin', just like me, on the ground, the ivory ground

the applause was scant but true, the air green with the black of tomorrow

every thing repeated itself twice, stand before

dust, sand, love, indistinct, sounds of utterances

oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaooooooooouuuhhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhh

ninty miles to go to be gone into the calendar

that told the trail of yesterdays ink

poured into the ear of the trail of tomorrow







an there ain't no more cane on this brazos
done ground it all down to molasass

ohhh  ohhhhh ohheeeeohhhh

tren tlott





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