Wish I was a portal
That I could open up
A hole into my body
Let it all pour out
Like a wasp in a window
Like the leaves in the trees
There's gravel in my boots
And holes in my knees
I will act as a reciever
I will spin in the sky
I will interpret the letters
The static down a line
I'll filter for details
I will mine for the joy
I will take what I am given
And return it back slow
Here comes the whispering woman
There goes the wandering man
You built a house you could die in
I only now understand
It's hard to see things clearly
I took ten stabs in the night
I guess it's best to keep moving
It's all revealed in good time
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