No teacher, no voodoo

 don't climb on the moss heights

you'll slip like a fool

you'll fall down to the bottom of the world


when in the hollows, what is it follows

follows you around

like a greasy cloud from hell?


was it a bluebird

was it an answer

was it just entropy

as things fall apart?


don't hit the pavement

don't strike the winter

just take a deep breath

and do it again


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