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the day i turned my back on all you people

i felt an itching in my thumbs

salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond 

when my transformation comes



i went down to the warm warm water

saw a pelican fly past 

waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me

i went wading through the grass



and no one was gonna come and get me

there wasn't anybody gonna know

even though i leave a trail of burnt things in my wake

every single place i go



and it was cool and it was quiet 

in the humid marsh down there

i let my head sink down the brackish water

felt it gumming up my hair



the sun was sinking into the atlantic

the last time that i turned my back on you

i tried summon up a little prayer as i went under

it was the best that i could do



and i said let them all fare better than your servant

the reeds all pricking at my skin

here's hoping they have better luck than i had down here with them

all that water rushing in