{There is lambswool under my naked feet

The wool is soft and warm

Gives off some kind of heat

A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed

Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth

On celluloid



The fleas cling to the golden fleece

Hoping they'll find peace

Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid

There's no hiding in memory

There's no room to avoid}



The crawlers cover the floor

In the red ochre corridor

For my second sight of people

They've more life's blood than before

They're moving in time

To a heavy wooden door

Where the needle's eye is winking

Closing on the poor



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The carpet crawlers heed their callers

You gotta get in to get out



There's only one direction

In the faces that I see

And it's upward to the ceiling

Where the chamber's said to be

Like the forest fight for sunlight

That takes root in every tree

They are pulled up by a magnet

Believing they're free



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Mild-mannered Supermen

Are held in kryptonite

And the wise and foolish virgins giggle

With there bodies glowing bright

And through the door a harvest feast

Is lit by candle light

It's the bottom of a staircase

That spirals out of sight



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The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin

Fears attack

And the eager pack lift up their pitchers

That carry all they lack

The liquid has congealed

Which has seeped out through the crack

And the tickler takes his stickler back



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