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I trip through each
                                  hair trigger trap

As I
        hurl
                my weakened will

Crawling from pleasure
                                           to pleasure
                        
                     Unable to set a course
                ...with mere intention

My corrections only
          change my heading
                      by fractions of degrees

~ need intervening  intervention
•••
Gingerly walking on the ceiling
This place is wrong-way-round

And I can't help this feeling
That my logic isn't sound

The older I get, the less I know,
My perceptions,
You
Confound
.
You stay in
You stay in my mind
I’m lonely
I’m lonely for you
The image
That rises to sight
You’re preening
And ready for flight


You’re locked-in
You’re locked-up inside
You feel like
You’ll never get right
I know you
I know you by sight
You’re running
To just run and hide


I’ve seen you
Seen into your heart
And it is
A heavenly sight
Lay down now
Lay down all your strife
Stop striving
You are purest art
Upside down
Wrong way round
That’s the way the world is

Makes me wonder
If our God
Is sorry he unfurled this
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