Projections from Electromagnetically by Hello Heartland

It's a land of ghosts that I will never know full of crossroads where the devil never shows, where no souls make the exchange.

It's a land of ghosts that I will never own, I'll waive my claim and head on home to keep an eye on the land, the land on its side looking callously back at me.

This land of ghosts doesn't lend itself to any known measures or projections, she's carried on a current of the unknown.

The elegance, the radiance, the dragging light come evening time, her electricity relayed through me. I'll mark the births and all those times she's brought back to life from recurring death. I'll bring a mirror, I'll bring a mirror to her skin.

When I break, would you pour me out over a landscape flat as a line, somewhere hidden in plain sight and gentle to my mind?

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