these feet don't know this ground and these knees
don't know this weight this weight
and the sun hits the tarmac making her horison dance, dance
and it wobbles
with the lack of wind and the heat of noon
and my eyes will be quick
and my feet will be fast
and i'll be paying attention soon
these ears don't know this sound and this skin doesn't know this light
and the moths
have all fallen away from the moon
and my eyes will be quick
and my feet will be fast
and ill be paying attentions soon

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