3575 entomb

[droqen]

neon yellow. flash!
my little body flies like a breeze.
my quick movements flow
     less and less clumsy.
i live and i die in a tomb,
who am i?

i collect coins
     on my way to the summit
i'm given a wallet
     and gratitude for it
i'm given no choice
     and sweet simplicity it is
     being a fish on a hook baited
     with my favourite treat!
who am i?

the philosopher's book in my city
(in bright blue, white circles,
     the sky made simple,
     for simple skygazers, cloudwatchers, moonlookers, sunbathers)
says the beauty
is the oubliette itself
we choose our prisons
who am i?

entomb me in the last stone that you bury underground the final red key locks the magic door and give me score thing ask
no more of me.

no more.

no more.

no more.