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Oh, the ease of routine sadness;
likely state.
Well worn in, making molehills out of mountains.

I have lungs for the foothills.
In my eyes, an impossible roundness.
Only a ready hand can palm this.
But your efforts are stomach-less.

I cannot taste it anymore.
I cannot take this.
These aren’t the days for this.
There’ll be other days…

Sadness comes in on the breeze,
dims the lamplight of your little port streets.
Rounding corners to get up to you;
it’ll find you.

I have eyes for the flat land.
I only sleep where I see the horizon.
I only dream what I have seen.
Sleepy course between the trees…

Oh sleep, you are the boat.
You keep my brain afloat.
Cut through the cake of waking life,
sheath my teeth with something nice,
and make it all good…
So good, so good, so good, so good,
so good, so good, so good, so good.
So good, so good, so good.

Sometimes light, sometimes shade,
Sometimes through you like a band saw blade.
So soft, so easy;
it comes with the real estate.

I belong to this land,
I belong to these trees.
I belong to these brittle little brown leaves.

Desperate patterns when I press on my eyes.
You come in dancing;
you were one of these.

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from Noli Timere, released April 14, 2017

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