Am I walking up or down this spiral staircase?
Up seems scarcely directional,
Chopping through the grasses and bushes of swamplands.
Up seems light years away from the millions of steps
I have stepped for two seconds of night visions.
Up is the last name of a soda company and seven
The seas of the world I must swim to sit by your side.
Am I walking,
Am I running,
Am I dreamin' for the President?
Down is seeing the long long list
Of unwanted visitors of night's flight over.
Down is knowing helpers are really thieves.
Sometimes.
Down is kissing lily pads alone at breakfast.
Down is a person that is Benedict Arnold's
Re-entry to life.
Am I hanging art on walls
Remembering pain of a sunset at 3 p.m.
Am I walking up and down this spiral staircase
Called life is love.
Walk the sun up, walk the sun down.
There is a space between our arms
Our bodies remember.
Is empty-full, or full-empty.
