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THE BIND-MUDDY

My implacable geodesic head
Memorized a pilgrimage compared
Tested and a shine is taking
Its making-of-the-valley
Out across the slope. I'm confused
By the fire with a cup of cashew juice,
And you are learning where the repeats go,
And you are welding five-minute segments,
And you are believing like a blonde across Belgrade.
It isn't morning and it isn't fair
And the phone, another dream of better living
Giving off a green light.