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the earth said to me come here. come here and set down. lend me your ear. put your fear. ooops. she said. i mean put your ear here. lay your face down for the listening. i am singing the song. i have a song to sing and then we heard the sound of a woodpecker on the roof. a dog barking at the scaffolidng next door. an elegant swoop of whippoorwills through the ginko leaves. me and the earth. and i had watched a little bit of cnn last night. not too much cuz we waz tired. and had taken a benedryl which had snuck up on us. made our eyes so very droopy. and so then i fell asleep. and the earth she stayed up and sang to us all. and there was a choir of little brown boys with their right ears to the earth. and their faces lit up by the fiery eye of venus. and when alla this was happening. alla the guns from every corner north east south west east and west again and south again. they all fell asleep too. and then as they snoozed they disappeared. disappeared from hands and holsters. just up and vanished outright from palms and safes. a radical and epidemic disappearance into the song. they fell into the whole hearted red mouth of the song that the earth was singing directly into the bluetooth of our souls where the sun gets its rhyhm from and then into an altogether new deep space dimension past the smooth face of pluto, where the original jazz waz born by the way. a sudden and radical disappearance. only then to find returned to that place a swallow with a ruby throat and a dog-like tail.
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Copyright 2015 Vanessa German
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