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Pendulum
The stairways of
a nice home,
not my own,
spiral upstairs
and downstairs,
twirling into oblivion
causing a
sense
of vertigo to
subconsiously
writhe its way
into my mind.
A thousand golden
locusts spin and
flit about my head
glitting in my eyes.
The whirr in my
ears softens
as the locusts turn
into cherry blossoms,
floating on a soft
breath to the
daisy carpeted floor.
Wind chimes glisten
then ring in the
rocking breeze.
I watch myself
flicker on and off
in a goldenrod world,
bending under a face,
behind a window
and surrounded by chains.
