Dry/the desert heat/shimmered
toward the sky/a prism of madness/that everything should be ok/as music was
dying/turbines stood at attention/like soldiers/never knew there was so much
wind/in the desert/it blows through my mind/And I think Elvis swam here/in this
house/with all the angles/sharp against a voluptuous mountain/I sat stoned/heat
drying my brain/reading about how I should be/how I should proceed in this
life/always a problem/for a Libra/who can't hear the song/of her heart
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