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I think it was on level three
I was thinking what do penguins dream
Do they theorize and wonder
Who it is who's shrinking the ice?
Snagged my jacket on a potted tree
I wondered what it thinks of me
Pencil and paper
And smelling of sugar and spice
Closing my eyes
On the up escalator
For the feeling alone
Is that tree up all night crying
Its fine little roots trying and trying
To remember the sounds
Of the songs of its place in the woods?
On level three there's camping supplies
A fibre glass penguin on the outside
Dressed in a jacket
Half price with a zipper and hood
Closing my eyes
On the up escalator
For the feeling alone
I think it was on level three
I was thinking what do penguins dream
While their love is away
Deep in the treacherous seas
Don't fall, or your jacket
Mamma once said
Might snag and suck you into the stairs
I'll never see you again and you will never see me
Closing my eyes
On the up escalator
For the feeling alone
Closing my eyes
On the up escalator
I don't think I'll ever come down
~ Brendan Bonsack 2020
