clues to the past in movement that loiters for the sake of passerine nightmares and coffee crystals with texas toast & cigars meant for the noise. bubbling sauce with turtle tomato noses and a generation of silence remembering that we are nothing without the seed on the wind. adopted ancestorial intent left in graveyards and parched mowed lawns. their dreams become our own even if only in a song.

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