Walk through the woods, painting
The trees a yellow string
Watching the world watching you
Stairs where you tripped and stumbled
Led you up to your noiseless
Rooftop view of the downtown scene
The traffic lights turn off
The endless human stars
You point your fingers toward
The world you tore apart
A mountain mouth grew up and
Some sunken eyes appeared
You planned to flood the room but
You're straddled by fears
That any other hands could grace the walls
You topple over
Your flourish is admittance
That painted trees look much too real
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