Well don't you think you need to seek your health?
At least that's what myself tells myself to remember
but only when it's clear I've forgotten.
And memories irresistible to me
keep my mouth cornered, curls head up and plainly.
Burying me by the book and not by the book.
For clarity, take it off my shelf.
Get me some closure, throw it in the well,
for reverence sake, ought I look a little closer?
Upon the leaves, prints of some strange animal's weave.
Let's track them down. Study them quietly while they sleep.
Steady now.
Don't fall back in.
I'm confident.
Just a peak, oh.
It's taking hold.
I told you so
warm outside
I think I'll lose my mind.
And I'm home for the holidays forever.
Sipping tea in Paris with a girl I still adore.
See the madness coming through the amber leaves
to mess me all about.
Wave so long to solid ground.
Thank my family.
Lying face down in the frame of the door.
The sunlight illuminates the dust on the floor
and all the footprints that came before.
And those impressions in the grime
remind me that times gone by
do not drive me any more than
the paw print drives the paw.
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