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Storm blows in
from the western mountains,
single crow
rides the wind
ahead of me
I lean on the horn
and wail
driving into hard rain
and someone's torn a hole in memory
someone's torn a hole in time
someone's torn a hole in the night sky
and the moon fell through
but I can still feel
her pulling from the other side,
feel her tides
in the water
of my body
feel her tides
in the rhythm
of my words
feel her tides
where the river
meets the see
and it all
flows back
to the beginning.
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