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leviathon
A hook into and I snag what I know to be true
The leviathan could never exist
Why create such a foolish fish?
(an evolution of assurance.)
Yet sailors still stitch sails
Towards a wind we cannot see.
A needle in my eye, a thread of eternity
If I reap what I sow, what a grand tapestry!
A sharp jerk back and, in return, I follow through
To all the lies I’ve told, I’ve been told
The stories that were never true
(and a toast to truth)
Yet sailors still stitch sails
Towards a wild I hope to be.
A needle in the grass, a thread in the clouds
I’ll throw off these sheets if you promise not to make a sound.
Please.
