“Olly olly.”

The murmur of a starling stain
On the force majeure of a windy plain
Encompasses an empty train
On it's way to [INSERT HERE]
I suppose it must be an appointment
If it's a disappointment
Make it just disappear

The shimmer of a star ingrained
In the lost allure of the open plane
Accompanies a passing train
On it's way to
God knows where or -
What's living on my window?
In the prism of a rainbow made of dust
And gossamer

And lately
Overworking my fingers

The tremor in the open plane
Like a gust of wind through a weather vane
Rings false
Because there's nothing there
I pull it out of rail-thin air
Completely
While forgetting to breathe
My heart beats
Out of reach of my sleeve

Everybody's hiding place
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Everybody's smiling face
And me
Staring out a window
From the prison of a shadow
Made of silk and
Fantasy

And lately
Overworking my fingers

I don't want a hiding place
I just wanna fly in space

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