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couldn’t you taste the fog
that hung so thick
where you grew them like weeds
in a vase

didn’t you feel it fall
when it swallowed you whole
and poisoned
this desert soil

with white-knuckled hands
you pruned them
to a size
better for tramplin'

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from Picnic Lightning, track released September 2, 2016

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Picnic Lightning Fort Worth, Texas

What is the opposite of the middle? Dark has light, truth has lies, God has Satan, but what or who is the middle’s foil? Theories abound, but it is the four gentlemen in Picnic Lightning who claim dominion over that murky abyss. They may hail from where the west begins, their feet may stomp Fort Worth concrete, but their music dwells in the shadowland of trenchant questions and orphic revelations. ... more

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