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Your hunting days they're fading now your strength is skinned like a seal-pup your bones they’re like cotton collars needing starch to hold them trousers up.
I have walked in wait of my own death I have swam and drowned in my own life I have climbed only to sink beneath the sky I have crawled belly-down and stood on-high
We live winters apart That’s how we live and love It may have become a black art But it’s indicative of The way we live the lie The way we seek To share “but honestly, misapply
A nagging doubt? What's it all about? What's it all about? If only I knew..? I'd quiet these trouser pocket sinews And even maybe write some better haiku
Why did the star dust dance Why did the rainbow move its stance Why did I hold your hand and shiver Why did you move me like a bolder in the river Why did I feel found and yet mysteriously lost