Blowing smoke rings from the bottom of the barrel. Some people get ahead of themselves. Run off of the road. Split the course and tobacco fields. The sun keeps whipping, burning my skin. And not all who wander are wandering at all. And every bit of this world.

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And our smiles were wry. And our eyes were impudent and dry. And all our limbs, were not our limbs. And all our thoughts were prosthetic. And the serpent was naked too. And my baggy pants were the witnesses to the trespass. And the Death has forsaken us. In our castles of dirt. And Joseph became second to the Pharaoh. And the father has found his son. And the Messiah is waiting by the gates of the City.

In the crowd, a few people looked up in an odd recognition. There was a man on the ledge that they recognized. Perhaps not by name, or even by face, but by feeling. It was as if they had known him their entire life. He was younger than most of them, and yet he seemed inexplicably older. Her husband, Steve, turned to her.