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Little Man,
Edge of Heaven

September, 2021  |  Falmouth, Cornwall

Little man
Edge of heaven
You walked so far
You climbed so high

Little man
Edge of heaven
Don’t you know?
You’re still alive

And I see a tear on your cheek
And I fear you won’t find what you seek, here
I can’t let you in, no I can’t let you inside

Toothy smile and two pigtails?
And wind is always in her sails?
I know her very well, yes I know her very well

She’s found a friend in everyone
Climbed all our trees and touched the sun
She’s doing very well, yes she’s doing very well

Flowers growing in the dirt beneath her fingernails

Little man
Edge of heaven
Did you read
The sign on the cloud?

Little man
Edge of heaven
Loitering
Is not allowed

So you see, you must say goodbye
And we’ll meet when the time’s finally right
Take your time on your walk, take your time on your walk home

The mausoleums of your mind
Are no place now to spend your time
You ring a silent bell, yes you know it very well

Your boots are made for walking and
The worlds kaleidoscopic and
What else are you to do, and what else are you to do?

What else, what else, what else are you supposed to do?