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[no_one_saw_me]

Following my feelings down cascading hallways
carpets sway and sink
walls bulge and shrink and panels warp weirdly
we won't make it out this time.
Broken down dolls shout inane wishes
through the torture
through the valley
finding hold backs wrapped in foil
arts and crafts projects filled with cellophane
can we hide it?
can we hold it?
can we side step
this wave of engorgment.
one more time with feeling
once more down that slippery sidewalk
madly dancing, breathing the beats
and then..

that empty hallway with its art deco bullshit
promises long forgotten
trophies all tarnished.
billowing curtains create a web
a nest of comfort
a junction into the unknown
i'd like to thank the quiet ones
the ones who died
the ones who prevailed
this will never be the ending
theres too much beauty to be wasted
on a dying generation

so stop
look at the options
cry a river or two
hold on
hold on...