the wind buffets my windows
great gusts gushing to greater heights
they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home
but i'm fine with that
so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket,
listening to the wind buffeting my windows
the wind buffets my windows
great gusts gushing to greater heights
they keep me in my home by keeping me out of their home
but i'm fine with that
so i sit, cozy, wrapped in a blanket,
listening to the wind buffeting my windows
my leg is a rotting log and i am stumps
i am stumps which are crawling with the little maggots
the little white slimy maggots which are crawling under my skin
there are swans all around me
but they are blind
or i am invisible
and i don't know which
i once found myself at a crossroads
i searched within myself
and like they love to say
i took the road less traveled
now i am at the end of the road
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