All around me the energy of earth
like a magnet pulling me down;
I should have let nature have me
as a dinner course;
Here it is all the same-and to the
people of hatecity-only the parts
of something new exist for them;
If they could only see within and
reshape the definitions of what
is not real;
Superstition-worse than a rampid
plague, more like a wide spread
rumor with disease on its face;
I walk under ladders-mad as a
hatter-I chase the black cat that
crossed my path-
And in the tree I rested my laurels
vowing never to look back.
 
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