This week having in the main sucked on ice, I am on Cape Cod drinking hot water with lemon from a tall mug hand-painted with a sea-green octopus and the call sign for WCAI. The hope for the next couple of days is a profound amount of nothing, with sea. I have already eaten some slightly fancy tinned fish.
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- 1: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 2: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 3: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 4: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 5: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 6: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
- 7: I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
- 8: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 9: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
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