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This 'Native Sons' fragment links sons of God to modest thoughts about space, water, and dirt, then turns toward song as a force that would change the singer.

The page feels like a bridge between the cosmic 'Native Sons' material and the handwritten song lyric on the previous page. Its unfinished ending, 'You wad,' keeps the relational thought suspended, which suits the draft-like movement from theology and elements into address.

Native Sons, fragment. Sons of God, modest thoughts for space, water and dirt. If I sang a song to you I would be different — a draft that trails off mid-stanza, left open.