Something came to me just now
In a falling tree branch type second
Like when rain is across the field
Pouring down quickly moving closer
Dancer brain punctuality to move
Before taking a step never touch
For the communication machine
Builds out of soundboard destiny
Here is where it all makes sense
On the other end of the linear
After all is said into a cord-full
Mouth dry everything forgotten
Wonder often who came before
Never reading sign post answers
There is a secret for the children
Because it's all so very common
Visual by Jason Kofke. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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