Nowadays
I walk on floors that are my own.
I've been to the past
and I've seen my future
and I've slept in a shallow grave.
I've seen the women who walk crooked
they're screaming at nothing with mouths with no teeth
and paying for nothing with purses with no money
and they're dreaming in red but living in blue
and black.
I've seen the bird with one leg who flies
pretty normal
but once he lands I can tell there's something wrong.
I've broken plates and glasses and vases
and fixed them with molten gold
and made them more beautiful still.
I've met kings.
I've held princes.
I've thought of queens
and fought with princesses.
There are holes in my shoes
and my hair is too long
my mouth is so dry
and my eyes are so tired.
I've danced with the gypsies
and I rode on a bear.
I stole a carriage, a slipper, and a chandelier.
I made wood out of water and air out of fire.
But I never write anymore.
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