Not To Disturb

You’ll see now:
I weave magic thick as nets
My hair, like ivy, hides the doors

       Have I not made it clear?
Stop reading
Stop rending –
this secret house
this abomination, my friends
curling on the walls

Of goats and cars
A door for every dream
A dream for every dime
The salesmen preach
There’s just something so
sublime about Pandora’s box

I put out signs
I change the locks
Not to disturb
The pale people’s sleep

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