I've pinched this place again
still numb
and if something awakes and rolls over
the length of
then when the waves beat the shore
I'll be there too
And you've seen me do this dance
a hundred times before
with war paint dripping off the edge of my nose
and you can imagine
that if there was someplace big enough
wide enough
a big sky
to saddle up
and ride my pony under
then I'd be there
arrow held tight
straining the leather
straight to the heart I'd go.
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