When I Close My Eyes

Face it: its feeling drives you
No help for it
Bread sits untouched
& the country that isn’t a place
Takes you in

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Yes I’m blind
I can still see a swan’s track
On the water

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History calls the sleepless

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After years
I’m not much of a talker
I prefer to drop things

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The houses hereabouts have no special beauty
You won’t find gorgeous specificities
Strangers have sorrow smoke in their eyes

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Up in the tree of boyhood
With a home made arrow and bow
When I close my eyes

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