Nick Stanton

Feel the crush and chant
Lathering the brain
The nightwind slows its dance
Which drove the day insane
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Land of trees and clouds
Slow smoke rises
Just history allowed
No sweet abrupt surprises
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That time we spent on silent
Tones breaking and disguised
Neither one compliant
Not expectant or surprised
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Real life somehow defeats him
foreshortened, distorted, it never comes out right.
Something in the brain means
he sees well in only two dimensions.
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Black road, translucent heavens
Gushed out and drenching.
And through the wheel`s relentless spray
I stared at the sheltering girls
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I dreamt you called out for me.
You were hunting me down like
once I hunted you in that
fearful turmoil that love laid down for us.
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It`s best now not to know
Just get lost in the spinning breeze
Until the ripples start to slow
And the edges start to freeze
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