you don't know
we said we

song lacking principles

then too bluntly how about "the problem is always the same"

The problem approaches from the street or from a cloud Guess

who's got the shakes at sea like any sane person Wasn't you

the guy who stood off & sputtered the sky the god the pain

and was getting it right as far as we knew Who sat untroubled

served the lines until they shrunk & so left the armed forces

alone to score them selfs & make up broken dark'nings unread

This wasn't a problem so long as we could read summer a song

about tangling in our salted wind-making parts Feel wholes &

sanities coming through long-trafficked patterns of hoping us

onto lakes & plains Wide fastened rugs of light as understood


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