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If I could climb into your tree,
Meet the monsters, apply the threads
To the implements of sleep
That you dangle, methodically tangle
From every twisted rung.
If I could take this scenery
And get it spinning - here, it's easy -
You just grab right here and pull,
Still as a dancer on a
Pirouetting stage.
Careful, careful, how to hold you
I would not die old just for you
Softly, softly, you're not sleeping
I would carry you into dreaming
If I am a matchbox cute and trivial teaser
Found on the slide faded by years
You're the cockroach at ground-zero,
Nonchalant, pointing fingers
As the world ups and burns.
What part of drowning compels
Your ear to the shell?
I've watched you scramble for an edge,
It's a vision I have held
Careful, careful, how to hold you
I would not die old just for you
Closely, closely,
Like a disciple to a prayer
Like an old man to the
Railing of the stairs
Like a winter to the bear.
