I was swept up in the times
The night I felt the window
And the conversations woosh by
On the flip side
The night the ground and I became very acquainted
The earth hugged me like no Mother before
A thousand aunts couldn't squeeze to death
Like that matronly grip
The pines dripped sap
and shut my eyes
and I found dust
beneath clear skies
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