On the bluff this morning
Breakfast is served
Raven circle
And make rough music
A strange type
Who sits above a busy town
Eating potatoes
Running from God
Running to God
Elephant eons parade
Down infinity road
This day is a speck of dust
Floating to oblivion
Humanity makes me think of a wheat-field
Go ahead, grow tall
But never forget the harvest
When your fruit will be tossed in with all the others'
Just another grain in God's bread
A strange type,
Who plugs poetry into ether
Talking to himself
Running from God
Running to God
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