SEARCHING MY
HEART
Takes my mind off things, moves the material
in a brand new way, dishevels the neatest of
fools : all that crazy stuff folds like an utter
garment in a concrete wind. Here I am,
understanding all this. I clasp me heart
and go forth. Atop the bluff before me, I
am able to step out of time - an old
railroad car sits dead on a siding, its
red door slid open to reveal the contents
within : there, on its floor, from who
knows when, the intact, rotten
skeleton of an ancient cow.
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