(Emerging.)

Like a cat in a hot tin box
I scream but there is no one to hear
Shuffling and twitching in thick gloom
I'm taking out the one you remember
Detonations in the distance
Kittens' lost their mittens in the oven
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Too far gone
Spider cracks in the windshield
Rusted motor coughs its last and dies
In the summer's desert heat
A low moan on the wind
And doorways to dusty rooms
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Softer skin, pirouette
Creaking joints swing right and left
Change is coming like the daily mail
Fall in love with a scatterbrain
Mirror's glass is warping in the heat
Bleeding knees and concrete
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Autumn's come now
Hair dancing like a lover's veil
And the spirits talking softly in your ear
To welcome back the little sylph
Wake up and roll over sweetly
Life hitting like a freight train
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