.12
In a complacent
delusion of
safety and peace
In a bubble of
reclusion and
entertainment.
Every Kite has
its string.
and every string has
its spindle
and every spindle is
held in the hands
of a man, woman
or child.
And they like the
vivid color and
they like to watch
it soar,
but there's
a definite science
to having something
wonderful and free
under your control.
Maybe I'm that toy
put to the skies
for all to see...
I don't want to
tell the world the end
is near,
but there is
no hidingplace
for me.
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