i have no idea when it will happen.
when images of fall, rivers and broken parts.
leave me.

i figure ill be better off not thinking about it.
past is past; depending on futures and presents.
like now.

i can make this move my way.
but pushing it west, north or south.
fails me.

i think it will come to me in a dream.
forthcoming lives, trains and twentys.
im there.


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