feeling fine:
sky stretched out to be suffocated by powerlines
asphalt warm and worn
i'm feeling fine
wildflowers walk to roads but the south on fire ain't mine
in a nation all its own
i'm feeling fine
silence sings to sirens to sleep in cars out of time
still in motion still in love
i'm feeling fine
winning at a race and never crossing that state line
to die inside steel arms
feeling fine
(photo taken @ watson's mill, ga. happy day for kater. bad day for bold slugs. if you don't know, now you know.)
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