The cord of the night hangs down
dangling down from cloud
Not mentioned in your tarot
Standing in doorway obstacle
Swaying in the soft wind
Wistful enough to drop off
the balcony
The cord blows prestorm
I'm in the doorway
looking at the lines in my hands
Like the crystal ball
Crawling across the collective dream
Finding an in
getting kicked out again
The cord can lift me up
Lower me down
hang me like a villan
I'm taking up space in the doorway
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