The Runes at the Side of the Canyon

The edits are made and discarded
We walk into the silence of the desert
Policy states that none may be distinct from any other, except in those cases in which they may, but see disclaimer
There are times when the moon simply will not do for what you have in mind
All the times of loss are compounded into an aroma of strawberries
The choke points are there to compromise your resolve
Yet unbeknownst to you there were some ravens by this way last night
My feeling about the direction things are going –
– Let us not forget the orbiting of those blue shadows –
– Is that there is a strong wind coming,
And we must all be prepared to take to the sea
The wind
It comes
It is not for us to be here when it arrives
The moment is come to leave all familiar things behind
The moment is come to strike out alone

Not for one instant did I see the dynamite under congress
But in the ends of the alleyways,
There are cases when you must put your lenses on and study
The runes at the side of the canyon are powerful and foreboding
The chaos to follow will be as nothing compared to your inner shadows
I call on the strength of 1,000 shadows and Jesus Christ
Begone

Let us become parrots, and flap about in jungles
Let us become house pets, and lounge about in the sun
Let us become mice, and dance beneath the moon
Let us dissolve into two dimensions

Change the cases and change the game
Change your eyes and you change what you see
Change their purses and escape the country
Change
Change is good

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