My toes between the sand
the forest fogs wrap around my hand
my heart under the needle
endless intake of grooves
upon the vinyl
the shivering breaks induced
by the flow my knees make
collapse this jaundice babe &
rise the nodding head of the
man that I have grown to be
of the spirit that I have made /
of the tracks I am known to play
subliminal curses hinting words in
verses on where I will come to lay
two records fade
as one /
slowly /
backspins
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