start spreading the noose

mark
time camp-
ing

in
a worldly chair 
near your body 

 fun 
 scene motion which is a 
 pendulum at best because to swing 

 is
 not at all a curse from birth but rath-
 rather  what the hanged man calls 

 for
 once he sees from upside down the exit 
door that traps death in with us
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