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Meanwhile....
Days inside and new am I
Instead these feelings are lost
Incredible monstrous and fleeting
Are these feelings now gone
Terrible and tragic
This, a sufferer's magic
Poked in a dry cage of straw
Copies and copies and copies
fluttering down from the heavens
a hurricane of memoranda
Memoranda Memoranda
Was is just a memory?
Rises up and being carried
I awake, my eyes anew
And I cry black letters
Down in the deep
The caged bird sings
His black melody
And whispers the feeling
Of having lost his mind
A memoranda memoranda
His mind a snowglobe
Locked away,
in the grandfather clock
Keep it all I guess
Shake it and line your
dry straw cage with glass eyes
and time-pieces
the papers have scattered
blotted out the moon
Memoranda....Memoranda....
fly back to Earth.
