I walking on the railroad tiesI am on your legs sometimesI am using your eyesto seeThe mussle shells cracked and jammedBetween the pilingsFather to seeBlackberry vines naked and rustyPushing up through concrete andAround the fence postsEnterweaving earth and sky fatherPushing back the cityWith your legs and with your star eyesWith your hands of rock and mossLaying her to seed in crimson sageAgain making her to seed the highway.
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