Faith says you woke up somewhere
with an open world and directions
Found a horse
with the nose of a bloodhound.
He wants to head West
towards the cold
but you don’t let him yet.
You’re a cowboy in a canyon
And when the red dust frosts you like a cake
You come back this way.
Put your big ears down
And your heavy mallet
The piano will miss you when it lands.
You unbolted those wooden arms of hers and now
She lies flat on the floor, hingeless.
She sings through the tile
all the way down.
She has the water and the music
and the snow you gathered rolling over here.
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