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(I wrote this on a cold and rainy day in 1994 on a train from Chicago to Kenosha – for some reason it’s stayed with me all these years) Great white wilderness I want to walk into your misty morning never to return I want to lie on the banks of your forbidden river and taste your cool, clear waters I want to breathe in deep and fill myself with your warm breezes, your gentle winds I want to walk and continue walking deeper and deeper inside you until I come to the place under the shadow of your clouds where we both were born my destination, my destiny your glowing heart and there forever I will sleep my arms wrapped around your soul
Drivel by Dave 