I am becoming gradually untangled.

I am becoming, coaxingly unstrangled.

Beneath the inhibition where it lies

Beneath the crowding aspect of the skies

All of the clouds are dying

All of the children are softly, quietly crying

Under the swaying branches

And the sounds

Of traffic cars and whispering undergrounds

Here in the depths of our hearts the rafters lie

Here in the depths of our eyes we try and try

Mixing the cords and creating always and ever

Another knot and another with each endeavor

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