Don't mind the talk, in the vines,
they're just whispers drawn long into one thin sphere
reflecting off, tiny, little, reflecting mirrors,

and it doesn't take a lot to make one's posture
crawl, and then drop.

You could put the pennies in but,
it would never stop.

So don't talk a lot, don't be a lot,
don't carry off into those dark spots of the mind
where it's possible to leave but it's just as tempting to stay
because you just couldn't say,

"I can't stand this!"