I want to visit the city of god
just over the next rise
past the graveyard
past the church
past the hollow eyes
A valley where
a stream runs clear
beneath the whispered pine
eagles soar on thermals
lifting o’er the anticline
A city with no road to drive
no car, no bike, no wheel
no place to go
i’m here you know
this, my last fair deal ~

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