Hanging on by a thread

Hanging on by a thread

Swinging feet, rooftop distance

Something collapsed

I don’t know what.

Space – no focus –

Running, beating heart

Beating heart, still feet

Hanging on by a thread.

 

I don’t know what this is

Or where my mind has gone

All I feel is my swinging feet

Running, beating heart

Hanging on by a thread.

A scurry in the ceiling,

Fair windswept, magic hair,

I’m neither here nor there

Rooftop distance,

Space – no focus –

I’m hanging on by a thread.

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