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Broomsticks
Wood and straw, all they are
Come to do all your dirty work
Come to clean up your catastrophe
Of soot and sneezing dust
Broomsticks march through all the mess
To sweep away the chaos in your lives
And return to their humble little closets
Wood and straw, all gaze in awe
At all we are and all in all of it
We climb our opportunities
Like ladders to the sun
As dust descends they race to gather all it up
It descends on to the plump and bright earth
So ripe and precious
Descends as slow as lava down the hill
So angry and confused
Racing down the hills at such a boring speed
Wood and straw, fast or slow
To move so gracefully two or fro
To migrate downstream all that remain
At the end of the day
To linger and procrastinate the party’s end
To make our lives a little exciting
With a little bit of chaos
Imagine the day
That the brooms take a holiday
How dusty must we delay
Until the day rots away
What we can still join
While the grass is still green
And the earth is still ripe
And the clocks are still on time
And the waves still keep a steady rolling tempo
On and on and on…
Wood and straw, eclipse them all
Eclipsed them all from a little fun
A little one-by-one
Eclipsed the ripe old age
From setting like the sun
