stand in the warm wind at your back 
the cold one hoars-up, slaps your face 
stricken by side-light slanting sharp 
the glow comes down, tears you apart 

see a life in four trucks shaken -
spiders transported 
all else taken 

feelings real 
but mistaken -

in the cool coast wind 
this is new found land
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