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A sermon to the walls

Manifesto to the chairs

Secret ideas to the ceiling

And I hope the floor has ears

I used to look forward to feeding time

But we haven’t been eye to eye in years

I’m swimming and brimming with pregnant thoughts

And I hope the floor has ears

Opinions for the stars

My solutions on the breeze

Sound deductions through the windows

I hope listening are the leaves

I’ve got some important things to say

And I used to be sure of the role I’d play

Knocking unlocking I’ve found the cure!

No one listens anyway

What else is there to do?

Processing, digesting

I have the Key

But there are no keys

Afraid, you won’t see

No hope to be heard

You’d run at a word

No chance to unveil my plan

And risk the prospect to better man

First breath beyond the bars

Benedictions at this birth

Possibilities unbridled

How attentive is the earth?

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