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One boy lit a trashcan on fire and they all stood around
feeling closer to God.
The girls were just laying on the
floor but in the form of girls.
and thinking blossom pink and thinking every glass of water in
the night has the same metallic gleam, thinking so we know were meant to live
here.
The boys
I am giving this to the boys I am healing them like a
brother
II.
I wish I could see outside w/out a window
that’s what it’s like when you love
you know for sure that you’re loved
you owe the weather and the leaves
that leave and go on living w/out you
though you may owe us more windows
III.
The children vocalize with the birds so we know one
another
The sky hands down some surplus scarves
We fall asleep like asleep at the wheel, reckless
And lift the chin and body goes too
And have a dream of filling the pockets with stones and
jumping
Landing on the oil river, gliding
IV.
The children call you and call
Every sound your name
So we vocalize with them
To know one another
So we know one another
Without a window
Like a river of missing windows