Tracing Edges Of The Rust

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk / Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Old white paint curls off the beam Like a dry and dormant seed I walk where the floorboards scream Following a feline lead Tracing edges of the rust Sifting through the heavy loam Walking through the iron dust Finding where the wild things roam He stalks by the ticket stand Small paws on a cedar plank I hold the dark earth in my hand Deep within a river bank Tracing edges of the rust Sifting through the heavy loam Walking through the iron dust Finding where the wild things roam Monarda grows through the crack Bright red petals in the gray One long stretch of rusted track Leading to a distant day Tracing edges of the rust Sifting through the heavy loam Walking through the iron dust Finding where the wild things roam Ink and paper on the shelf Cat eyes watching from the door I am talking to myself Pacing on the depot floor Latin names for every weed Patience in the winter chill Waiting for the hidden seed Standing on the lonely hill Sallow willow by the gate Bending low to touch the stone We can afford to sit and wait Walking in the zone alone Tracing edges of the rust Sifting through the heavy loam Walking through the iron dust Finding where the wild things roam Peeling paint and heavy clay Wait until the break of day Just the soil and the gray

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