We went west to claim our dreams come true. Where we met the poverty I already knew. Diamond shards in those roads traveled. Them rose petals are just painted gravel. Whistling wind kicks dust dancing in face. Swinging door soliloquy, “This is the place“. In search of divinity, with little to anticipate. Stalemate. Tumbleweeds race. Mixed with sulfur & stench of Death in Salt Lake. This only ends one way, inevitably, this only ends with your last breath‘s final escape. Set them spurs or place your marker. My future looks bright while yours is darker. Any last words, pardner? What will be read on your epigraph? Saint of Killers or sheriff? Hope you can see the symmetry. The town drunk a descendant of Loki. I’ve seen many a drifter in many a saloon. Running from and running to. A story to tell any listener to. Best of luck and advice to you. Just saddle up and stay on the move. There’s a drought out on the horizon. Doubt desert blue. A pale horse carries a pathetic whore who harvests sores and swallows truth. Pestilence. Famine, Bereavement. War. Remember that a white dress suggests forever & more. Rendezvous, me & you. Sunrise. Make it vintage. Holding an anxious revolver. I’ve nothing left to holster. My white knight days are far from over. Up to you to misinterpret this. Savor every second rate kiss. And every moment after that never lives up to this. You will never recover or catch your breath. So reach for the sky. Reach for the sky.
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