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everyone has some
tune in another life to tell
a skin of else
the gods smile on
in a season we are yet to invent
I bury my only
my why
sweep up the remains
the grandchildren
theirs
in another life
splendid raiment
three gifts
time is a corridor
knock on each
it’s hutch
and it’s bear me up
this stick in my beak
here is the love of another life
and other destinies known
my victims rise
congratulate
as if in odd socks found there
in another life
where we are
off the charts
no one knows
who, how, why
everyone has some tune
to tell
listen hard
and you will hear
sometimes must other side it
this is the house of the dream
each track thus ended
I return to where I never was
in such light as pity
everyone casts a stain across time
of course we are telling all of this home
here at last
at last free
I have dreamt of the rain
ants wouldn’t tell
not twice
but here at home
in another life we will jam
I have heard the secret speech of cicadas
louder than any can hear
all this is what it is as they say
was always meant to be
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