thoughts pin me downstairs
sometimes I can’t wait to get up
from above but down below
and besides how could even be
possible that he knows
what it is I say
he hasn’t been here
watching my thoughts
getting pushed out onto
the hot patio something like a grill
with coals red hot downstairs
below where anyone else can
even attempt to be swimming
in an ocean of thought
might just drown as soon as he gets
out over his head and no one
mentioned his lack of skill in
more like that of a rock
straight to the bottom
when not dreaming and to avoid
falling he might spend
the rest of the day
downstairs…
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