I remember the drought. And I remember being severed. But what would make you feel, again, or better? That electronic wave of sound – waves so thick with love they drown you at each crash, pick up, and crash again. For me it was an unnamed song. I curled into that boat room and felt the spring and weight until I slept. Techno is like candy –
like salt.
It is a salt-lick in the icy yard
where the deer still come.
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