March 25, 2011
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The bells are ringing
Calling me out of my comfortable bed
I follow them upstairs
To a lonely dark place
My lonely dark place
But I am never alone there
They stop
More suddenly than they began
Leaving me to the dim light and confusion
I sit in the stillness
Where is the wind?
I want it to blow past me
To tell me things are moving
Going in some direction
But that
I see for myself
And the dirty steps laid out
One by one
