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April 8

from TrailBlazer (2012) by slowriter

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I fell out of the sky, and into submission.
I gave up the good fight in fear of breaking tradition.
My head begins to float, and I proceed without
living at all.
Solitude is all I know, but I believe that more can be recalled.

Dark endudging in the daylight in the dead of winter.
River in reverse, creating a crater, drying up the water.

I disconnected finally and stayed in place for weeks.
The seasons turned to Autumn, maybe now you'll rake the leaves.
Maybe you'll come across the pile that I lay underneath,
and realize that this cluttered mess is actually just me.
But that is only wishful thinking.
You'll bag me up and put me next to trashcans in the street.
At least I'll be with everyone I took the time to meet.
I'll see them all at once before it's time for us to leave.

How are we losing business
when the city's in an uproar?
Came down with a sickness
that can't be fixed in a drugstore.

We brought it all upon ourselves
from breaking bones to aching sores
From living on the highest shelves
to sleeping on the hardest floors

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from TrailBlazer (2012), released September 9, 2012

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