more coffee, more tea
beat me, beat me, beat, beat
somethings gotta rev this engine
and haul this tired, fumbling mass of mine
into literature about literature
and journals based on
lies
lies
wilderness lies
I'm wandering
around
downstairs
barefoot in a december storm
letting rain
beat me, beat me, beat, beat
the
wind
keeps
time.
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