miles mean nothing,
as long as, ….
doors open, eyes open,
hands and hearts
ready for the plow…
fallow ground, sacred again,
for the hopes of our children….
speak not of God
if you cant speak human!
world peace….
we cannot stop!
hands to the plow,
hearts on fire!
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ethanol in his blood,
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fire comes from the crotch of darkness…
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do we roll away the stone
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lonliness…
the train passing,middle of the night,long forgotten tracks.the factory building empty,set ablaze by anger.the flight of the crows,pawprints left by a stray cat.the tears of a manwhen he thinks thatno one can see.the clouds that bury stars,the trees that hold up the sky.the black hand of deathwrenching light from the heart.the prayer long unanswered.the echo…