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DOWN WORDS
Not a chicken egg thing
Still morbid sounds worse
From down here than up there
They swirl dive and peck
A murder of words
No need to try to
Conjure up a worse one
There one almost got me
A glancing blow but frightful
Gnats up there crows down here
Everything has just got
An edge on it lately
Meanings drift to earth
Fallen leaves of my vocabulary
Stale bread soon to mould
The angle of light low
Barely reflect off the walls
Of my earthen pit
Don’t be concerned my friends
I’m not down here in fact
Just thinking about it
In a fanciful way
Laughing at the devil while I can
I’ll get a thrashing from him
Soon enough today not
Looks like I’ve accepted it
In longer days there was fear
Now acceptance replaces resignation
I take another step away from
All those words and mutters
There a butterfly she flutters
Over and past my pit
I wonder if she noticed at all
They see red or is it orange
I’ve heard even on darker days
When the sun is reflecting
Off other things
In different places
