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The Flesh of Time

from The K​-​Mart Tapes Volume 6 by Bill White

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whitman wrote on leaves of grass
rimbaud on leaves of gold
i write upon the flesh of time.
each moment being sold.

each leaf is veined with lines of time
on which the ghosts are grieving
for me, i do not sing of leaves
i sing only of leaving

you need not rise to drive me
i can get there on my own
the edge of the horizon
at the hour the whistle blows

ill drag my bags behind me
on wheels as i climb
the hills of my own city
up the steps of my own time

the pages are now soft as clouds
the words inside are true
but soon will mean nothing to me
they wait only for you

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from The K​-​Mart Tapes Volume 6, track released July 28, 2021
written and performed by bill white

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