Eyelids
heavy guards of entrance,
Send the reception
Backdoors.
C’mon with your creepin
I wuz expectin’ you.
To.
I’m a traaa-a-i-inn a slow train
through your Backwoods
Coverin’ territory in a dream.
your dream, my dream,
don’ know –but we’re both in it.
Not in the scary parts
But yeah, in the soft parts
where the ground gives.
And the sweetness of
earth water
flows
for ears that hear.
I GIVE.
You know?
To and into
the Music
of Souls
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