Westerlies from Electromagnetically by Hello Heartland

All my gathered gold, my burdening bones, my decent disposition -
I would trade them all for the harrier's flight; a surveying eye laying measurements to the land, set to a humble scale of metes and bounds; set to the singing of the wind.

As my muse steps into the light, behold the westerlies.

How they roar when speaking our rightful names. Borne on them waves is the prophecy,

When my muse steps into the light, behold the westerlies, for she'll be a thunderstorm, the death of me, the birth of something else completely free of my indifference and petty self. She'll be the score of an ending ending well.

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