esoteric is okay when the inner circle's reduced to one

August will be born on the bus
driven by the second third
the last railroad spike counted by the first
staking down where the western roads
find their round

springs early song carries summers hum
sixty miles up the old steel road
less than three months
and daddy's in the drunk tank
drying out towards thorough

nothing's owned young man
borrow in blessing
may you expand to the skin
of the ley lines of life
and feel out further still
Written by lightbaron
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