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Pocketwatch
There you are
As I’m in the cold
I’m as cold as a slow breath
The hearts kept beating on
The hourglass kept stomping down minutes
The basketball kept spinning
On a tiny fingertip
So slowly as the days
That I was forced to stomp through
The ball still kept spinning
Spinning on a thin old axis
Squeaking through every little step
Every super stomp I need to walk through life
Comes to me today
I peered out my dusty window
Peered inside those sleeping eyes of yours
Do they still peer to me now and then again?
Such a precious sight you are
To hold inside a naked little eye
On the grasp of every little fingertip
Does there spin a ball
A ball such as grand as this one
That you’re mine and I’m yours
Is it just a clumsy set of stomps?
Every toad must overcome
To ever sit beside you, precious one
To ever peer down the resplendencies
Within your everything
I’m just a little pocket watch
To have to hold
To kiss and unfold
Such a little pocket
Holding such a tiny watch
Such pivotous romance
On such a little axis
Oh, precious, oh divine
