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Keymaster
On manillascissor wrote:

one more spoke
falls off the wheel
one more ox
falls prey to the dust

this sun bleached canopy
stands against the wind
barrels and canvas bags
a new direction

head out west
where the sun is always shining
head out west
we will get there one day

rocks and pebbles underneath
the soil a dry and cracked face
traveled upon not by foot
blistering and dessicated

no one ahead
no one behind
just us and these wheels
we will get there one day

head out west
where the sun is always shining
head out west
we will get there one day

in my time of dying