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By chris Date: 2004 Sep 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.09.03.02.45.9966]] |
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because the road here only goes west and because i was the only one left i locked the door of the haunted apartment filled the car with gas didn't ask why and took off through town down into the valley up and over nine-mile hill where it seems to reach into the sky and then kept going later that night there in the desert motel room the freight trains shook the bed and the only thing that allowed me to sleep was four hours of hiking on lava with only the wind and the ravens for company and my overpriced mortality looking always over my shoulder and i dreamed i met a spanish angel with hair so fine so soft and all i could see was a beauty a goodness so deep i thought i could never hold it along with what seemed to be the far scattered edge of the milky way and i didn't realize i was looking into your eyes |