Tag You are not dead to the world Little sister and younger brother and I We do not believe it You are only hiding and we must seek So lie there if you wish In your great silence Louder than thunder roll awaiting clap Lounging around somewhere in there under deepset Into the dark were we can't reach you Basting in dreams we can't yet taste or savor But beware, you are a watched pot! Remember not to move a muscle You are not asleep Some electric whisper hums a bubble on the surface Breaks essence in the air, betrays you. Little sister and younger brother and I Are going to scramble up and get our fingers Underneath that lid And pry wide the denying eyelids Open up! We know you're in there Or somewhere And we will bell you yet And ride your lightning We'll dance that old Otherworld rag Tag! You're it!Birth sign: Not entered
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