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Television hasn’t been invented
nothing but a bent antenna on my mind.
But I can watch you.

Georgia, mother of ambrosia
I’m not supposed to show you my turpentine.
But I can watch you.

Siren. You are the footfall. You are the silence. You are the after all.

You been riding into gorges
letting out the horses I could not hide.

Sun you are the sun you are the sun you are the sun.
But I can watch you.