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Cocooned

from Punch Bowl by Phoenix Mundy

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Hitch your ticking thoughts and creep upstairs
Tear them into groups and pairs and place them in a closet where moths adorn, wear your feathers
flickering by
And the wind that takes them in
Only a breath to break them in
Like lightning they come, strip search you in your home
and then you're done

Still, in the space where you have a voice
Fractious soundtrack, played by choice
In your cocoon you blush at every stranger passing by
But there's no rush
The seeds are sewn
and the echoes will have grown

Little lotus wraps its stem around you,
humming in your ear it grounds you
churning the dust that surrounds you

It's not a crime to keep yourself to yourself
To place your voice high on a shelf,
unless it withers from neglect
Beyond the point of resurrection
There's no rush
The seeds are sewn
and the echoes will have grown

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from Punch Bowl, released September 20, 2014

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