How can I make this real for you.
I am outta sight and certainly out of state,
but still...
this exploration is delving deep into a jungle
I can not tame, I can not blame....
for my heart is hearing the rest of your wailings...
the great love assailing you.
holding on... I'm holding on... to the Pine trees, to the dead leaves, to the sweet breeze...
over my skin
and this urban organ is warning me to recede and take back the love I've been ready for... oh I'm ready for it, oh you YOU come and get it, on we will not set it a top any mantel, it will be our stand 'till the motions be still...
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