I forgot my book at the
fountain stairs at a chapter on
symmetry nobody cares and
I had a smoke while I traced the
squares put my finger to
concrete felt the autumn air
When I look around I can feel it
Spinning feet on the ground
Head on the ceiling
Sun on my shirt sweat on my
hands all falling in retrograde
cancel all my plans and I had to
look at the marching band
skip across the pavement
nobody's there
When I look around I can feel it
Spinning feet on the ground
Head on the ceiling
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