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Crystal Speaks


there is a winnower,

comes sweeping round here
picks up the ones we love

the ones we hold dear and this

 husk of a house

is creaking and moaning

all the day long

nobody says a word

just a bitter wind where his song


and the miles tick by
and the wheels roll on
the city recedes

as the sun comes up

we do it

 we do it

we do it again

tired as I am

​my love is stronger
and distance don't mean a thing

someone better love you now

​there is a winnower

seems to like this side of town
picks up the young men

and the strong
the fathers and the sons
and all of my questions met with

stock answers

and a stony gaze

can we get off the wheel?

can anyone escape the rake?

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