A Time To Be So Small

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A time to be so small We saw you from the urchin'side, From under the boat We saw you making knots We saw you get the rope The boy appearing on the deck And making it lurch An the Bubble of your interest Ready to burst He whistles and he runs We saw you in distraction: A sleeping, slow despair Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there A ceature is a creature Though you wish you were the wind The boat will not stop moving If you tie him up until the end He whistles and he runs so hold him fast Breathe the burn, you want to let it last He might succumb to what you haven't seen He has a keen eye for what you used to be when the cadaverous mob Saves his doors for the dead men You cannot leave when the cadaverous mob Saves his doors for the dead men You cannot leave I want you to be there When he gets to the end Have to find a way

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