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Satan
When the storm wind plays on the rock from the deck
I forge you from steel, iron you in dreams
Days are work
And so are the nights
Wrestling with the angels
Who come from the dark uninvited laughing
I try to use the rhythm of the trees to breathe in the rhythm of the animal < br/>I try to match mortality to the rhythm of space
But mornings wait
Evenings file their teeth
Human touch flees
My own blood turns against
My mind would surf this between
the wave of creation long race against Satan
In the wilderness I wrestled and for you I lose
I will always wrestle and always lose I don't
I see faces in the air
I hear speech in the wind
I know my part by heart
I don't know where to give up
Would my mind surf the stars In addition to
the wave of creation in a long fight against Satan

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