Sitting duck

The silence knows me.

and the resting pigeon.

Under the haystack,
No big-mac attack.

MOVE forward



The robbery knows the thief,

and the pleas.
Up at knife point.

No leaves blowing….


MOVE backwards



Under the spell of witchcraft
You float above traffic.

The premonitions flow fluent.

One beat,
and then the splash guard.

Move again

Move again,
Move again.







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