sitting silent in the dark of the night
watching ferocious dustbunnies ending the
days work in the mindmines of corners
homebound they chant merrily as
they swirl towards the safehaven under
furniture only scared when awakened by
the sound of the vacuumcleaner but not tonight
tonight we let dustbunnies live their own lives
only sitting
and watching
dreaming that nothing is too much
too much is nothing
enough nothing and you wish for change
change change change in the corners
cornered we all seek a way out
or a way in or just away
up up and away we sway on stacks of hay
down down down on the farm of striped
grassiron eating stardustplasma for breakfast
wearing fenominal hatlike feathers in
the colours of the rainbow
of long gone heroes
from other times
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