Turkeys in the Rain

from Reconciliation & the Mystical Beyonda
written by Seth Bernard
Turkeys in the rain and they don’t complain, they just graze in the field with the cattle in the mist and they don’t miss out on the live feed, they got what they need, the flock rocks the farm and they move across land and walk across roads, by the charms of the divas, they leave us with scat and feathers and feelings and the odes and our cats, they love us from the other other side of the pane

Turkeys in the Rain (...turkeys in the rain, turkeys in the rain, turkeys in the rain!)

Turkeys in the rain and they don’t complain, they just roll with the posse in the shadow of the herd and the crows fly by out the corner of the eye, the big banks fall with the cradle of the market, the Tower of Babel, ever since the agricultural revolution we’ve been fussing and fighting but now we’re insighting, inviting, inheriting the spark of Love, the mighty mighty Light that’s free offline… it’s the cure for pain

Turkeys in the Rain (...turkeys in the rain, turkeys in the rain, turkeys in the rain!)

Turkeys in the rain is the game refrain, like Abel and Cain - the third son remains, like Egypt in the spring and the all-seeing eye, the class culture of castes and tribes and the hierarchy of creatures in the field, the blueprint yield map draft for a forcefield shield for to stay sane, get tame, remain in the web in the chain of the mainframe

Turkeys in the Rain (...turkeys in the rain, turkeys in the rain, turkeys in the rain!)

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