. . . 

 

 

and i'm walking the world

watching the crowd

old stories new mouths repeating..

 

there`s space that wants to be found

 

and i dive into circles

introducing: your mind

and i look for sparkles

 

in eyes which seem to be hunted by laws

 

and the questions are there

but the pouring is stronger

lovers flee the tattered net    where

 

the gifted still 

run the treadmill

 

// you know i feel like a preacher waving a gun around

shake it shake it shake it baby \\ *

 

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                                 * last two lines by tom waits