I want to borrow the tree line from God.
I want miles of fence line.
I need open skies.
I want the fields and the orchards.
Let the cities fall and fail.
Let the pillars and beams give way.
Neglect the repairs and needs of concrete.
Let yellow lined mazes crumble beneath me.
Give me being lost in the woods.
Give me stars for sleepy viewing.
Give me manna from the sky.
Give me a pillar of fire by night.
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