I watched you braid your hair, you’re from another time
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It don’t matter at all if I’m blind
Hold a lemon to practice vibrato on the cello
I was sloppy, rushed
That it could have been raining
I’ll climb that tree all wet with sap
I was having trouble with my tenses—is, was, will be
Don’t ever tire of being hunted, haunted
I’m floating in a black balloon
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed
Modern mysticism takes you by the hand
Hold Still (or, where water meets dirt)
