#769 - there’s always someone hanging around upstairs

 

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there’s always someone hanging around upstairs 

even the heart beats here 

just under the lightbulb  

with the belfry bats

bad smell or wants my affection 

I worry out all the effects I may have

losing sleep 

and often my way 

bells in a bamboo chime 

and swing from the ropes 

high enough in the tree

say top paddock too 

brightly as ghost drift 

catching at skin 

is the mind one muscle?

what a view from there!

I, open to the sunshine

my figment, shall we, oh gingerly

take these first few steps 

to the dance