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Date: February 21, 2008 at 01:58:20
From: Cire, [213-156-52-122.fastres.net]
Subject: Prepare |
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Alone and done and free to go
Released from the grip and the writing
Gone is the amplifier.
The bass slap their tails outside
There is no space for retreat.
It is always attack, attack, attack,
It is better to do it on the way forward than to live quietly behind.
The wind swings around,
And this was my Saturday night.
They all are.
I draw my equipment,
Look at the night sky!
I know nothing of the constellations,
And think of the released.
There are many paths to here and there.
Now there is no more time
To tie flies, clean lines, construct leaders, or patch gear:
There is only time to fish, and to rest.
My fingers tell that story better.
And the radio’s last song has been hanging around here
For three days and counting.
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