Upstairs in Real LifeWaking up,
you raise up clouded blinds into the bright, and here we are: Sentinels, wholeheartedly in and out of the parks, nymphlike moody birds. Upstairs in real life you turn slowly into my animal-kingdom that is obedient, absolute. We do act. You do tease often the sweet juicy songs up in the big nest—more so a tease, graciously satisfying. Eyes, plenty. Our nymphlike moody birds. More letters to remark or represent them. We will hold onto this, which was forever this way as if it was the last. |
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