up high / or tangled below

comment after reading
Up High
by Mr Moonlight

or begins
as the key climbs the string
hey kite, what are thee to me
for i say when you fly
the cords of my mind
are long and tangled
with tails entwine
thinking i was behind
for a moment in time
as we sat to unwind
the mysterious of the mind
thinking they were mine
while all the time
was wasted


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