Fade Street

when the struggles of the day are emptied out
the black equator of tar will trace them out
the laurel of moss will trace the route
the steady line of empty cars to trace the route
the steady echo, the unending pulse
the map of shadows with no corrections
fighting the army of the moon and her reflections



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Molina
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