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this day is no special day this day will see no placards given this day will see no no dismembered limbs yet there buzzes a distant chainsaw whose sound comes in and out on the tinned wind this day is a slow gesture this day is just clearly not ready it hopes for a year of iron clarity but waits for the cues from the coming weeks and for moss and stares blanklyit's not clear how this day will end but i have put my money down on having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back againit's not clear how this day will end ahh!this day feels like a cold engine with a tank of old gasoline live your own mornings on ether and tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down From Letras Mania