My spine a book let me tell you
There was the fracture of my back
Dislocated from past I travel
Back on track through jointed map
circuitous circuitry
I look behind my shoulder more clearly
The guitar strung, this railway track
the chords to play and move you
The towers and the cities
As the column is read
Newspapers, website, book.
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