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Open The Cellar Door


why meditate behind a cellar door
creating mental confusion
self hypnosis with out real hope
the flaws you fear mutiply
in the damp darkness like spiders
you age and wilt with worry
in your own self importance

join me on a slow stroll
rebirth in the crashing waves
feel the sand between your toes
each grain blown about
anchored no deeper than your life

then dedicate your days
to something bright and bold
you insignificant bastard

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