You know something's up when you hear a loud screech in the sky, 
but when you look up it's only a songbird,

You know it's all wrong when your shoelaces untie and try to knot 
with each other when you're walking,

You know it's the end when you just can't find it, you just can't find it,

You know it's all becoming a blank when things arrive, but shifted an 
inch to the left,

You know you won't be here for long when that inch becomes a foot,

And it's done, all done, when you have no ceiling, but it's become the 
sky, and the screeching bird plants a soft thought in your ear.

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