(after Vollmann reading Twain)
Old master Bixby
the Mississippi pilot
read 1000 miles of river
today the face is muddy
read 1000 miles of river
the face of the water
in time, wrote Twain
became a wonderful booktoday the face is muddy
new snags were created
Hat Island disappeared
and the old knowledge
of a place is useless now
where does that leave us
Hat Island disappeared
and the old knowledge
of a place is useless now
where does that leave us
except tired and behind
with our little gifts of sorcery
with our little gifts of sorcery
more temporary than ever –
do we care less because
our dreams were rattled
do we care less because
our time is running out
come let's ride together awhile
do we care less because
our dreams were rattled
do we care less because
our time is running out
come let's ride together awhile
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