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Ode to a glue-bag

(written for Jane)

Down.
Spiralling through the
Depth of destruction, of
Hallucination.
Down.
Reaching the cavern of
Fire and damnation, the
Satanic hideout.

Up.
Misunderstanding the
Glue-adhered impulse that
Tells you you're flying.
Up.
Out of the window and
Over the treetops, you
Fall through a window.

Back.
Recalling the memory of
Little child's nightmare, the
Big hairy spiders.
Back
You lie on the floorboards. Your
Parents remember how
Innocent you were.

Front.
A glimpse of the future, a
World without answer, the
Wailing of children.
Front.
A cross in the graveyard says
"Ode to a glue-bag," and
Then it says your name.



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