There is lambswool under my naked feet.
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The wool is soft and warm,
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-gives off some kind of heat.
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A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
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Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
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The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
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Hoping they'll find peace.
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Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
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There's no hiding in my memory.
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There's no room to void.
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The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
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For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
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They're moving. They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
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Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
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"We've got to get in to get out
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We've got to get in to get out."
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There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
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It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers said to be.
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Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
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They are pulled up by the magnet, believing that they're free.
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
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"We've got to get in to get out
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We've got to get in to get out."
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Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
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And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
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Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlight;
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It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
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"We've got to get in to get out
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We've got to get in to get out."
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The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
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The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the carry all they lack.
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The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
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And the tickler takes his stickleback.
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The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
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"We've got to get in to get out
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We've got to get in to get out."
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The Carpet Crawlers 1999
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| Genesis |
