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Cocoons

I watched the cocoon this weekend
Its eyes followed me
From one step to the next

Quietly
  A sage in my living room

Its eyes met me whenever I returned
As if they had been waiting
On the door I would enter

Why doesn’t it make sound?
It only watches
Is never surprised

I glance
At the little wrinkles
Under each swollen eye
 The big marble countries in each eye

And when she calls and asks
How was he today?
I always say
Good.


Beckon Me Not

The sound of the city,
It beckons me towards its doors.
Beckoning,
Beckoning.
I reach the dark looming gate,
The pull is irresistible
Beckoning,
Beckoning,

But the memories are strong.

The city I never thought I’d come to again,
In all my years walking the earth
It still managed to call me back.
Beckoning
Beckoning

Resistance is futile,
Escape is impossible
I have walked through the gates,
Beckon me
Beckon me
No more.








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