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going back to when there was no language no words only blank darkness nothing felt anything then the time before time that's where we're headed
the selkirks tell me stories i have heard a thousand times in my dreams the clouds like fish swimming by the sunrise concealed but far from hidden
canal river road carrying my thoughts across this double desert my mind’s cargo of dreaming my soul’s time capsule to the morning light
backslash vapor trail calm clouds of morning and then this bullseye sunrise challenging you to pull back your arrow and let fly into the sky
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