once arriving at the summit
I’m lost like never before
song playing with my emotions
supplanting me to places I knew
existed but could never quite reach
I’m supposed to get dressed
for a funeral or wedding or baptism
but deciding to wear black or white
or something in the outer spectrum
seems to require more thought
than I care to admit
either this slightly haunted house
keeps growing or I’m slowly shrinking
some days taking me hours
to reach the top of the stairs
leaving me questioning my next move
once arriving at the summit
what I’ll always have though is song
one playing after another
ever familiar and streaming live
on these barely visible airwaves
november two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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