See the sun rising at six
A drop of mist
falls from a leaf
The frogs in hibernation
A last insect under a bulb in night shift
The song plays on
Hides under the clamor
Of the day
The riders drink at the bar
Massacre the locals
We talk about the future
We talk about decisions
But if you can listen to the song beneath the clamor
And its promise
The frogs are still in hibernation
The earthworm is still digging
The infinite energy of the mollusk eating the leaf
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