Climb up to the top of your head

Climb up to the top of your head
Above all the noise of the guilt and the dead
Away from where bones of memory rattles
like snakes in the grass that bite at your feet
Climb up to the top and with me take a seat

Now sit still and hear the tones of the new
the sounds that were with us before there was you
and ask them of things you never quite know
the things made of almosts that come and that go

Don’t listen, it calls, don’t fall back to your eyes
remain on the top, up here with the skies
out of the grasses away from the snakes
away from the dark tangled roots of mistakes

Now you can see, and now you can hear
at last now apart from confusion and fear

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