magic number of change
timber roads fly at the future
release their great airy green musk
open God's mouth for eating
to begin the feast.
coax my stomach to be gentle
for smooth easy eating.
fine earthy growth
good preparartion for owing up
to the Father
the old old men
grow up my Baby!
run by them sweet green trees
your happy country mothers.
feed them with this small future
the next can eat itself.
yet ten days are forever.
mighty holy ten.
oh rumble of my belly!
goose egg number now
nine and one gone
the sky the great waste
no stars but death
a hell of a waste
but oh, that meal.
it'll go till the end
till my armageddon wins
more than ten
the future feeds another
we make another
God owes up to another
ten to one there'll be another
and another
my home holds many trees
behind and around this house
behind and into this town
far and away they speak
far and about they grow
its hard to learn begin from end
harder to hold on
but ten comes
again and again.
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