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“Voy, recogiendo lo que soy”
sitting in backlight of sun settingsweeping mines in Blue Seacounting empty bottles of Mexican Coca Colas
waiting for turn of the yearbut it is not really an eventsitting here in the high desert
counting obstacles overcomethe year that pastmining my coming business
minting coins to throwin wishing wells before frackingmagpies awaiting the calm before they burglar
Blue Sea is boilingand glowing in the raysof starlight bornin a Crypt somewhere
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sad dogs watch magpies stealing coinsused for venerated vending machinesplaced there by Spiesfor the coming Era and Epoch
as time seems to go bythe mines in the Blue Sea are my businesscounting down…