THIS ECHO CANYON
This echo canyon has your open arms, and the
twilight is extended. Now we can take our time:
If you hold your hand, I'll hold mine.
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It's funny how words work, the language fails,
the sounds return, the garbled message gets
screwed up and comes out right. Like an
instructive echo that will fix your faulty
language. Oh how we wish for that.
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Fealty to anything is fealty to everything,
I guess. I believe in the sun. I believe in
the rain. I believe in the morning, and new
light, and fat moons. It all works out, and
somehow comes back right.
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The cars are all lined up here, in traffic.
Just stalled and idly sitting. Nothing
moves, and I think they've decided
they have nowhere to go.
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