Fast Talkers - Talking in Circles

Gun shot from long range
And the bark blown away from the cypress tree
And the desolate forest
And its hazy musk air clogs the nasal ways
Of breathing in the oxygen
That was photosynthesized
It's real life
In real time
To know that life is not some sort of emergency
It's quiet and peaceful out here
On the back patio
Pigeons aware of jet engines way up above
Lunar eclipse splits the penumbra into the darken clouds
Where visibility is clear some place over the black hole
Heaven and hell is suspended inside of a vacuum
Questions of what make a god-fearer in awe of majesticy
You were smoking some trees as they opened your mind up
Talking in circles for hours until the sun came up
Swearing we'd all come back reincarnated
Shrugging my shoulders yeah sure man come back anytime
Anytime
Don't know where to go or where it is I am headed
Light the way and I will follow you there

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Fast Talkers

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