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Change Close to a river who babbles Anticipation I traverse a trail called Route 20 Stomach turns, heart is heavy A chill in air, leaves turned brown And she waits for me in silken gown Hunger... No Have not ate... Tis not yet so Could this be the one I’m waiting for Long hair fair still can’t be sure Tubes Coercing milk like honey farming Painting thoughts by pictures showing In darkness flash like fire flies Immorality opens heavy eyes Seasons of Unrest Sunrise on softly shaded snow Chirping birds fly through trees Atmosphere in a smoke filled room Pool balls crack and spin Cinder red harvest moon Road traveled to control it Day People In the midst of darkness A light is sunk A hell to raise Sight only defies a premonition of good? Introduction to mathematics Greatest mysteries seem to be Differentiations between humans Made by humans TWO Dig your own hole And if you find That, you just cannot do There’s room enough in mine for two And all your worldly possessions too __ don’t get busy but live and die easy inside