Taking with me
the power to be free
and who now is there
to catch me when I think of it?
When reality bites into my brain,
and only I can take me in,
can you hear me
when I call you...
all only in this newness
Yes, me... I give you me...
and all I have is...
Wouldn't I have gone through this before
(that sacred stairwell)
Hello, I do fear this journey
in my isolated caravan to death
Oh yes.
That was the time I dreamt
of seven thousand fishes
and caught them all on my toes.
Then every boat merely only blushes,
and does not falter,
when the tide swallows it in.
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