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Eureka! Celestial Trumpets Peal on 8 Track

Updated on February 6, 2013

Kissing an instants clarity

Tasting it on our lips

A time, an air of clear blue sky

From out the clutter rips

I ran with the devil from God out west. The further west I pressed, the colder it got. For the better part of two lifetimes, I siphoned fathoms fuel and slept as nightmares passed in the hammer lane. From out the clutter ripped a rushed, unsettled clarity and that silent sound. My eyes adjust to find the wounded scheme teetering as a mountain upside down upon a pin. “Eureka!” I cried. Compelled and enveloped in its shadow, I moistened my embouchure, I brandished my horn.

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