Sleepwalking With W.C. Handy

As I balance bags for my journey

Love, oh love oh loveless love,
Pondering the evil of two lessors

Has set our hearts on goal-less goals
Step this way for the family circus

From milk-less milk to silk-less
Laughter sloshed out the pan

We are growing used to soul-less souls

But I can reflect on my deeds barefaced


Such grafting times we never saw
Bookmark lost to dreams

That's why we have a Pure Food Law
Growing despite darkness

In everything we find a flaw,
Blooming beautiful failures

Even love, oh love, oh loveless love

Lifting again and again tendons taut

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