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2001-07-02` Z455 {Landslide}

Recovering sunlight.
Peeling back light from its forger,
drawing back order in neat little lines, and
pinning the pieces of dawn to the world.
Tying the arrows of time to all things ...
still in the running.
Still in the wings of existence –
Humming along:
"I am coming, I am coming ...
but I might be just a little too far gone."
Give us guilt, it is the only milk for thought.

Bring a landslide lord,
to wash away the surface of the world,
and to bury all the bad things.
Like in children's stories – there are bad things –
and we bury them forever.