from this tree where i sit i see everything.
so high, no one can hear me and no one is waving me down.
i see you.
the local drunk is a sage in disguise.
a hedonist who preaches peace and understanding.
no need for shoulders with a good alibi.
i always miss you in the afternoon of the spring,
whos long hours bring too much time for learning.
bow legged beggars conspire; pushed out by a room full
of one eyed grins.
snowflakes fall like seagulls hovering in the wind.
i see you.
come down from there.
for now im staying.
.
come down from there.
thanks, but for now im staying.
sleeping bags zipped together. the points and planes are interchangable but the theorem remains true.
up here things are smaller.
blue eyed bookies make wagers with wandering sailors as a breeze rustles the leaves and my branch bows.
behind the curtain is a woman with a one eyed grin,
and she controls everything.
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