Looking into your neverseen window, you never thought you’d see this—

yet under it
            under it
                        under it

lies future and trust,
            lies dormancy;
                        lies the things you cannot say—

                        so let ’em out
            let ’em out
let ’em out

           and when you’ve thought
           all those thoughts through

           go to sleep on the couch—

           (bark’s better left on trees)

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