The Chapel Bells
I swear I heard the chapel bells
I’m not sure why I did
My location is different
I do as I am bid
Through the window there is light
and I could follow it
all the way to where I’ve been
and see things for myself
That would be nice I wouldn’t mind
I’d shiver in the cold
But I’d be flying just the same
That surely would suffice
I think so maybe yes
but now I see what’s underneath
a talisman a scrap a sign
a past is brooding there
Why must he live exactly
where he was back then
that ageless harbinger
as if to confirm things I’ve known
and still spurn living with
I know I never need to budge
but oh my mind betrays
old things inside my secret trove
and I am new undone
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