Joanna Newsom - Occident
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What in the world are we waiting for—
building glowing cities ‘long the shore,
where the wind batters in,
baiting my kin like a matador?

So much value, placed upon
what lies just beyond our plans:
waving my handkerchief,
running along, till the end of the sand.

Long-life, speak your name.
So tired of the guessing game.
But, something is moving,
just out-of-frame:
brace and aim.