mountain did not share
my opinion and
lion tagged along
to what turned out to be
surrounded
no number to call me back
cabin had a secret
always rubbing
mates doors opened
and we walked down the hall
souls conciously kept
my mouth locked in a
tampered shifting
spreading in the past
means clear blinking lights
cat had tough times
my purpose in life
stood there for what
mind was out of my mind
because these tapes
morning became a routine
door and told
premises for
those of us
that were still
suddenly listening
to the sounds
of everyone envisioned
came out of me
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