| Here in my cot -- where my cot loves me
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| I’ll stay here a while -- in the cotton wool cocoon
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| 'Til the chrysalis is ripe -- 'til the time is right
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| With this feeling of insecurity
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| I have to shrink back inside -- run and hide
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| Back in the cocoon -- hugging my knees
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| Watching my insides -- the skinned glow-worm writhings
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| Lying in blankets -- I’ve been here a while
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| Tapping out rhythms -- against the mattress and wall
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| The heat melts the sheets -- another layer is peeled
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| Tapping out rhythms…
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| Just my cot, the wallpaper and me
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| I’ve been here awhile -- tapping out rhythms
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| Still finding charms in the memory of those constrictor arms
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| Glowing in the dark in my luminous green
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| A pearl beaded lizard -- bathed in a gossamer scent
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| With my heat detector lip-pit -- pulling at the newly formed tissue
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| Lying in blankets -- I’ve been here awhile
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| Tapping out rhythms… against the mattress and wall
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| Waiting… to loose the bandages
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| Waiting for new appendages
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| Lying in blankets -- I’ve been here a while
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| I’ve been here too long -- banging out rhythms
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| Listen for other tappings…
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| Banging out rhythms
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| Back in the cocoon |