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Show Behold And came forth like Venus from an ocean of heat waves, morning in his pockets and the buckets in his hands he emerged from the grey shed, tobacco and wind pursed together in song from his tight lips he gathered day and went out to cast wheat before swine. And in his mind he sang songs and thought thoughts, images of clay and heat, wind and sweat, dreams of silver and visions of green earth twisting the cups of his mind he crossed his fence of wire, the south Utah steppes bending the air into corners of sky he entered the yard to feed his swine. And his pigs, they come. |