There is a street that is a place
There is a place that's in your heart
There is a heart in the Delta
There is a delta in your velocity
There is a velocity to my madness
There is a madness to my velocity
There is a velocity to my madness
There is a madness to my velocity
There is a velocity to my madness
There is a madness to my velocity
Water warps wood and things come apart
We're not built for watching the grass grow, but that makes it no less important
Like paint drying and water boiling and continents moving apart
Like the moon becoming round
I didn't mean to tell a story about comet strikes or shooting stars
I didn't mean to tell a story about all these things I have
I've never broke my leg, but I've dreamt about it
August 5, 2016
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