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golden rays
and a home on the mountainside
the splintering white
wood would become the site
of earthy celebration
a yearly destination of

my closest friends
following the coast
we escaped from our cells
of brick laiden cities
from responsibility

once every august for the month

smoke and sage
in the shroud of the mountainside
following a path
that we paved for ourselves
then it started raining
coming down on silver lake

the black cloud was our fate
everything would change
and we would catch up to our age

but one day we would say
that we were young
jumping from a bridge
and landing in vermont
we found our guts
and we took them with us

and we left something
in the sun baked
summer evenings
trees and canyons
of vermont

all the leaves would retain the essense
of our adolescence

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from Immortal Palms album, released July 4, 2016

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