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watching the trees outside on a windy day
trees that sway in the wind mesmerise me
outside window panes of glass that keep my heart
intact
compact
preserved
whats the time doll?
the ticking brings you back
the meningless words scatter in the wind
my mind is a blank slate
of nature
for humans to imprint their
newsprint hands all over my white soul
mottled prints.
and im dirty and soiled and
so far from pure
we dont actually know up from down
this world spins on an axis
a metal stand
but who says the stand is there at the bottum when it might be the other way around?
really i dont think weve got much meaning
we think we have a few facts to hold on to to keep us warm at night
but we are alone in the dark, with no blanket. alone in our fear
alone in our denial
that we might mean nothing
and we cant hold on to meaning in our darkest hour
because the truth is we dont know up from down...
