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I am cleverly forgetful, Carefully sweeping the words you’ve spoken, like dust, into the crevices in which not even spiders dare tangle their webs My own web is spun tightly enough for them all Come, My Friends! Sit back with me and admire each braid How I have ever so carefully knotted them together with hopes long abandoned Like the chimney sweep I am lowered into the realm of conscious widely accepted reality “The Real World” Pull the levers and haul back the ropes This darkened confine is oh too familiar I reject it on sight Scrape and crawl I reach the light of day Not a surface but a depth in which I refuse be pinned Pull up my stakes Cut every cord My fist will shatter the sky like glass It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted oxygen
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Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
Frayed Rope and Stale Air
I am cleverly forgetful, Carefully sweeping the words you’ve spoken, like dust, into the crevices in which not even spiders dare tangle their webs My own web is spun tightly enough for them all Come, My Friends! Sit back with me and admire each braid How I have ever so carefully knotted them together with hopes long abandoned Like the chimney sweep I am lowered into the realm of conscious widely accepted reality “The Real World” Pull the levers and haul back the ropes This darkened confine is oh too familiar I reject it on sight Scrape and crawl I reach the light of day Not a surface but a depth in which I refuse be pinned Pull up my stakes Cut every cord My fist will shatter the sky like glass It’s been far too long since I’ve tasted oxygen
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margaret-4
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
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