The most cautious signs
Lie beside the most rumbling roads
To the most humbling homes,
Low enough to skim the filmy water
Like the eyes of the son of a father,
Washed up on the beach;
A house by the cemetery
Means you'll see each other soon.
I spin in endless circles
From ethanol and dancer twirls,
So hold me closer to the moon,
This night both ends, too late, too soon.
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