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Morning Lift

from Wieuca by Wieuca

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She wipes the dirt from her hands, ashamed of what she's seen. There is a songless meeting-house, where sunburned men exchange stern glances and the gospel is re-written. Black hair in you eyes, a uniform of disillusionment.

I baptize myself in the river. I'm ashamed of where I've been. There is a top floor to the staircase I'm climbing where she sits behind a desk and answers all my questions. We are given a decision and she makes mine easy.

Unwinding sitting at home, you fall back into your wormhole. The last generation stands on the dock and they're waving as our ship sails off.

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from Wieuca, released October 9, 2014

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