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I’ve been high
up in my fortress
head above the clouds
hiding from desire
and listening to doubt.
The people have been crying
for me to come down
…but I don’t know how.
I tell them that I’m trying!
that it’s all I think about!
But sometimes —
protection means prison
you’re only safe
if you can’t get out.
The people think I’m flying
but I’m plunging to the ground.
follow wormwood for periodic weird.
