Take me to the place

Take me to the seldom vaults, where

A lonely cardinal sings, where burnt logs

Extinguish in rapid smoke.

Take me by the hand

There, there, there

where my, baby me, and years

and tiny footsteps settled on the couch.

Take me back there.

Or, take me through the streets

Between posts, daily chores, the mailmen and such

One space on a crowded bench

Rests with itself. One word, one song

Echoes through the lobe

Before the surgeries came true.

You and I can sit for a while.

Perhaps, you and I can walk back

Through the early visions

Through the smells of cigarettes and coke

And the sights of morning dawn

And breathe, for a while

You and I can do such things

And be done. Gone. To other people

People with other lives.

But, take me back one more time

In a screaming test, in a screaming test

In a screaming test.

Scream, for once

By the hand, the foot, the face

Let us get back, where started, it.

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