Let it Out & Bring it In

When you are pulled

In opposite directions

But are they really?

Might they just be two sides of the same shoe

A clue into dominion

Partake in the rolling under of carpet sauce

Deepening with green moss captions

Within and without my doubt voice call you in

side

the withering way a shade of hey you come on down or

upside the head you grow

into towers that power the hour of groans in stew that you found

on

the

line

of

champions

yet seeking out the truth where birds chirp at 4 am that howling hour

triumph of the story

comes inside to chat it

up

but you are still rolling down and

sideways

that grassy just-mowed hill

Into oblivion

of

puddle time.

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