The endless blue
Shadow inside you
Gathered in you
Disappeared in you
Into the solid earth
Into the solid earth
I want to be true
Like the solid earth
I want to be true
A red comet's dust

Falls in the field
Re-marking the trail
Now you follow that trail
I want to be true
Like the solid earth
The constant old witness
To accept what I see in it
What I think I see
Looking out at me
From the primal dust

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Writer(s): Jason Molina