ranch hands
Enveloping cliche’s
Without a building in the night
The locust bind
Inside your socks
Chasing you back
You not old, your hapless
And there in the grave
You hold on time
Running away from the train
The lakes aren’t wet
They exit prayers we’ve saved
And I crawled forward to grace
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