Running from Eight Songs by Distant Reader

Simple enough to wave out to
The light and the shade
Calls me back to what I think
I see far ahead by the dark lake
No one appears, I’m walking on air through
Trees past the fields, and hills dry and bare
Nothing fades, and no one stares

Speed cast me out, the power of thinking about
The rolling life, or staying in place, holding out
And lessons will bar each way to begin it again
The leaving and feeling opinions dissolve in the rain

And holding up a banner
For all the birds to see
I declare no nation
If we can all breathe
My lungs open up, I hold all
The distance within my chest
And no one decides what to give back
I run with the wind

And falling away, the hiding place gives it up
A faction resists and asks what is not enough
Stand still, but not in the same place twice
You’ll let it all out, the reasons, desires, and times

To draw them back in
To walk in daylight
To see it go by

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