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The Brazos River ( BRAZ-əs, Spanish: [ˈbɾasos]), called the Río de los Brazos de Dios (translated as "The River of the Arms of God") by early Spanish explorers, is the 14th-longest river in the United States at 1,280 miles (2,060 km) from its headwater source at the head of Blackwater Draw, Roosevelt County, New Mexico to its mouth at the Gulf of Mexico with a 45,000-square-mile (116,000 km2) drainage basin. Being one of Texas' largest rivers, it is sometimes used to mark the boundary between East Texas and West Texas. The river is closely associated with Texas history, particularly the Austin settlement and Texas Revolution eras. Today major Texas institutions such as Texas Tech University, Baylor University, and Texas A&M University are located close to the… more »

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Saltwater

on the landing there in the slip stream
on the sweet beams of by and by
I am standing in the wet dream
of a giant in the sky 
and I wonder does it enjoy me
like the fresh fruit on the street
that leaks the sweetest nectar
and then spoils in the heat
when waking, I feel a terror
of the memory of night
for a second, only to loose it
for my eyes can't bear the sight
so I look to you, my only real friend
brother Ishmael 
commanding the view from the crow's nest
on a ship that's setting sail

capsules of blue and gold
weave themselves round me
billow! billow!
they cover my eyes
they keep me satisfied
 
I had a friend one time
he packed up all his things and he left
us behind
and I still can't tell you why

I remember him most clearly in
the moments before the flash 
and I wonder if it was me or him 
that set in motion the gash 
and I question how could I get so 
close to such a cold heart 
and I question if the cold heart 
was in me from the start 
Ishmael, you are the reader 
of every man in every sea 
and I'm sure you could tell the story 
much better than me 
cause all I see is honest confusion 
and this is truly heartfelt 
I'm like Rashomon's woodcutter 
in the trees waiting for help 

capsules of blue and gold
weave themselves round me
billow! billow!
they cover my eyes
they keep me satisfied
I had a friend one time 
he packed up all his things and he left 
us behind
and I still can't tell you why
 
weather is the ether
sandbags and salt
towers of grey matter
all thundering a cough
and the fingers of a wet moan
and a howl that can't be heard
keep on singing, bird
 
the Cayman Islands
are just islands
where men come and go
and the wood on the pier
must be replaced
every few years or so

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