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On the highway sputtered out
Done with this direction
Froze in the seat my so called soul
Left without leaving a letter

There was a self-destructive spirit
And the tendency to complain
Took a toll on the church bell
Then toppled with a statue’s weight
Back down the ramp to the subway

I let it go I let you know I let it go for good

Everyday the corner
Backs away from me
Most uncomfortable sailor
Heading for anxiety sea

There was a steadily blooming beacon
Most welcome sight in the morning fog
I was the picture of textbook indecency
Whatever's right I could have made it wrong
Knew they were right, still rather be wrong

Repeating the same mistakes
If only for old times sake
In my dreams I sing to the rivers and the clouds alone
Moments of notoriety, echelons of entirety
Faded back for a moment when I heard that tone

Side of highway sputtered out
Done with this direction
Nowhere to go, no one to know
To the wishing well I send my confession

My desert graveyard
I’ll send a postcard
For a better ending
Go ask a friend

(Prayer for lost souls)

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from Skipper's Cool Math, released March 5, 2021

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Tyler Martin Asheville, North Carolina

Sci-fi sandwich artist, currently subterranean at Norfair Studios on Zebes.

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