Up onto the roof
round the chimney tops.
Climb the highest tree
where your blood almost stops
Reposing in the branches,
read a book to make advances.
Time plays kind to your day
then you can put it away
to face reality
when the sun starts sinking
the cool breeze nudges you
to what lays ahead
play dead,
don't let them under your skin,
don't let them in
you have your integrity,
into your shell you flee,
safe and warm,
safe from harm.
Down, down you go,
down there below...
sinking to the level
of the disheveled devils
who gave you the skills
...to stand still.
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