my mind is a puddle of fluff & fuss
my hands are busy clocks & cords
you tell me, it is not complicated-
it is either this way or that way
this way is to walk with the cat
or that way is go inside the room and wear
tall crown I made, a Queen's golden crown
or a joker's cone cap
and if I choose a joker's cone cap,
is it going to make me laugh to oblivion
because I know my indecision of things
can really get in the way - see the empty
table? you tell me - easy,
walk with the cat, as if it is
really a quiet walk on the path, out
out of this churning madness of choices
in my head, a nest of noisy birds
waiting for mother's treat & ultimate goal-
freedom
[walking out & away with the cat]
in my dreamscape, I am a white horse
bolting out of the frame, towards the moon
but my feet are rooted in threads, deep in silos-
where and when (things past)
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