he had pointy-headed stick men
all along his lines and when he
moved them,
lines & buzzing numbers went their ways
they walked & he worried they might run
and pulled their strings
a limelight tighter
and he went down.
the stairs, a candle lit his way
the walk along the stairs
and on them, lines that told
him how to move
all along and oh it made
him worry
how their might had
grown and then it struck him
down.
a pointed stick
he.
a headless clown
Birth sign: Capricorn
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