...the wind and the rain And the mercy of the fallen.....

"oh my fair North Star
i have held to you dearly
i had asked you to steer me
'til one cloud-scattered night

i got lost in my travels
i met Leo the lion
met a king and met a giant
with their errant light

there's the wind and the rain
and the mercy of the fallen
who say they have no claim to know what's right.....

...and if your sister or your brother
were stumbling on their last mile
in a self-inflicted exile
you'd wish for them a humble friend....."   -dar williams

....seems like anywhere I've been in the true south the past five years... everything is broken - disturbed - mangled and physically psychotic.

was it like this all my life or has my perception just become more clear, or worse - more jaded.

this Stuckey's in alabama wreaked of urine and sold cynical souvenirs

the pigeons on the sign were making noises that either sounded like they were laughing at me or crying - for what? I don't know.

maybe for the south. the true south.

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