Maple Glider — Performer

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Wafting
In the eagerness of early December

I’m floating

Whilst everything I know is cascading
Down into the sinkhole

Is it warm down there?

I keep waiting through the hours of cold

Reaching for a single speck of light

I do not know this man
But he is in my bedroom unfurling
And I am uncertain that I can play as I have played before
But I am a performer, of course I’ll perform

Is it warm down there?

I keep waiting through the hours of cold

Reaching for a single speck of light

I keep waiting through the hours of cold

Pressing for the sun to come and find me

Must I bring my own torch?
Must I bring my own torch?

Must I bring my own torch?

Or are you gonna come and
Light me up
Light me up

Light me up