Our thoughts drift back to the past
Our feelings stroll the shore
While there on the hill of Sounion
The blood moon enters
The Temple of Poseidon
Having showered the earth
With its million births
The moon sleeps in its cradle
Are your listening to me anymore
Or too tethered out
Of your body to hear
There is no I on I-95
You can drive for miles
And never find one
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