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(introduction)

 

heís just a blindman in the bleachers..itís truly Truly what i can understand at the end of the day - daylight - open it all up when there is No other one to know the timings of a intricate plan Gone wrong.

wormholes Through a second skull - reunions with all These dead men - the complexity of wind

now i know What it could be - now you know what it Could be -

could be the ramblings of the Derelict...bless the ones who see what Is denied. bless the ones who ramble on and On about visions, bless the ones who refuse to wear the rags what Every one knows,

we all know-we all turn down-we all blow down-

...candles Straining for our help....

itís the complexity of wind-

 

grace, love and a firm handshake

reverend flint