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Two Ladders Gertrude Abercrombie
So little is on the ground
It's desolate, or so it feels
As I'm trying hard to get away
I don't see the blades of grass
Or feel the coolness on my bare feet
I want to climb to freedom
But if I stop and think about the moon
It just leaves me cold
Surely nothing can compare
With this patch of green?
But it's so hazy, I've mistook the ocean
For the land, the sky for salvation
I've a choice of ladders to cling to
Whilst I get my bearings
Leading nowhere
And there's nothing safe
No matter what rung, I'm stranded
It's been night-time for years
But there's a soft glow
Some kind of lull or lulling
I'm not sending out an SOS
It's a gentle night
I'll wait
Just until I get my bearings
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