We need a rest every now and then
Just to hang up our soul for a short while and enjoy the
empty shells we are
Mine dangles from a melted pencil or a shaved candle most
nights
Airing ready for it’s next outing.
Sometimes I casually throw it over the back of a chair or
dash it on the floor.
Sometimes I let it stay there for days.
I’ve even left it in hotel rooms and tents.
It’s behind me now
Blocking the dust from my microphone
Swaying slightly
Waving at me every time I walk past it
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