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Number 24
My heart burns like a fire in the trees
Melting the leaves, and insect’s desire
They turn to silver as they pat the ground
Their fast, quick sounds to your ears deliver
Always increasing, your mind is piecing
To get her what I told you
Drops come to fast now for luck
Blurring fine lines in your mind
Look up and one falls on your face
You pick yourself up and clean off
Turn around and walk back, unfamiliar
A trick, you think, your mind is not a liar
Losing contact with the map that shows
How to get out of this mess
You read the map, it shows the way in
The only way out is up or down
She looks at her feet and thinks concrete
The trees are smooth, still wet from the fire
The ground is packed tight, no digger to hire
Knowing not what to do she jumps
Hoping she’ll go up and not down
Altitude changes quickly but she’ll
Soon realize that she has control
