“Outside the Party”
Feeling the open air I am still in the birdcage
Watching the earth spinning by smiling
They tell me the water is great “come in”
Slowly the door shuts on the dark room
The sand sifts slowly down its hard to breath
I change my shape in seconds to minutes
Weeks pass I feel the sickness growing
A haunting mother tries to nurse her children
Children dance and laugh on the clock
The hands spin the scythes are sharp
The old man butcher is never out of work
Too many to feed that can’t walk on their own
Their fat weighs them down and breaks their legs
A lace handkerchief floats by
It holds an intoxicifying scent of youth unchained
A lucky soul has broke free of the wheel
Bloodstained gears are not fed by it
far is the horizon with its golden call
Its soul sweet it pacifies the soul
A promise after fade that young children will giggle
A welcoming smile from the homely mother
Rest will be endless with the work al done
The earth will slow its spin
The cold will loose its edge
A new manor will open its door
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