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A Run at the Funnel

from A Run at the Funnel by Pelted Shell

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I’m a pole
I’m a rat
I believe
I’m intact
In the apse I shudder huddled up like a bat
White snow packed grey with a gleam on it
When the sun comes up I’m gonna run at the funnel

I’m calm
But I’m in pain
I’m a roped up dog in the rain
I’m a choked up brother huddled up above a train
I have dreamed my whole life of closing in on it
And in the filtered light I’m aware of the struggle

Blue smoke
In the boughs
See the big blue chute coming down
I’m a freaked out mother holding children on the ground
I’m the sense of a presence when you’re leaning on it
How I long to be gliding in the tunnel

I’m here
I’m stunned
I’m a sun drunk kid with a tongue
I’m a brand new stutter when the captain’s in the bunk
With a bright red mouth forced grin on it
From the north northwest it arrives as a funnel
When the sun comes up I’m gonna run at the funnel
How I long to be held up inside the funnel
How I long to see striped patterns in the funnel

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from A Run at the Funnel, released August 27, 2019

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