Kneeling in the bramble
I can see the tomb where my soul rests.
Crunching in the darkness.
There are songs lifting
Faintly-lit leaves.
Airborne and then some,
Shooting off into distant galaxies,
I just have a hard time finding socks.
Not matching socks,
Any socks.
What am I doing in all this bramble?
Oh, right!
I'm losing my mind just so I may find it again
And...
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