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as we stand there before the purple mountains
in our stupid clothing, we pause, look
about: nothing changes, it only congeals,
our lives crawl slowly, our companions depreciate
us.
then
we awaken a moment -
the animals are entering the track!
Quick's Sister, Perfect Raj, Vive Le Torch,
Miss Leuschner, Keepin' Peace, True To Be,
Lou's Good Morning.

now, it's good for us: the lightnining flash
of hope, the laugter of the hidden gods.
we were never meant to be what we are or where
we are, we are looking for an escape, some music
from the sun, the girl we never found.
we are betting on the miracle again
there before the purple mountains
as the horse parade past
so much beautiful than
our lives.