# 146 in a glass house you clicked your rings

a round house in the middle of the old neighborhood and there i snapped music around my head before leaving you lived in a glass cube high in the trees hidden from others though exposed to me and to you i did climb always and again the same is never the same is never the same again and after we climbed out onto a limb dangling our feet over the black water underneath the moon and laughed always and again the same is never the same is never the same again bhagiti 9.12.07 perrysburg, oh