From the Hymns of Elvis Angel

Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves
wind blows past in weak fits and power blows
one step climbs the ladder, one step toward the door
sweet blessed time
You brought me to my knees
hide and seek in shadows.
rocks at swallows in the trees

from Lock up the Farm

[scanned from a rubbish pile of archival texts in the year 3150AD. It appears representational of the earlier stages of global mimetic and symbol associative programming before the global assimilation and dissolution of all native dialects, which was achieved not by decree, rather through generation of the Sino-American population growth after the assimilation of the two cultures over a few centuries. Grouping is pre Sino-America, perhaps 2200AD. Category: American Midwest]

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