HEAVY HANDS AND
THE HOLDER
How do I know and where have I been? Simply, these
are things I do not understand. I have suckled my mental
infant in all stages of decay; what's come forth is a ragged,
raging youth. Now, the water at the E Street harbor still
rocks the boats and - it seems - nothing goes anywhere.
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The light is on in the canyon. They have written books
about all these discoveries and finds. Is there anywhere a
man who can decipher these runes - in a way I'd want to
understand? Along the sorry bar at Puffy's, dead men sit.
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More than a forest is the need for a tree;
something to take me in.
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