To the Condor

I lay my mat to the condor
Amidst chimes above my door
The tick is stopping, I would let go

I tie my shoe to yesterday's dream
Wiping the spill over the brim
Chasing it out by shriek and scream

I refuse to burden i refuse to hold
The stinking corpse was not my gold
The ugly past was never my mold

Bridge that burnt, raft that stormed
Twice shy, twice been wronged
Empty nests, lack of pigeons

So I lay my mat to the condor
Digging everything out to the flow
The ticking stopped, I'm letting go

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