A time to be so small

Saw you from the urchin side
Saw him under the boat
Saw you making knots
Saw you get the rope
Boy appearing on the deck
Making it lurch
Bubble of your interests
Ready to burst

He whistles and he runs

Saw you in distraction
The Sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing an erection
He wasn't even there
Feature is a creature
Though you wish you were the wind
The Boat will not stop moving
If you tie him up until the end

He whistles and he runs so hold him fast
Reap the burn ,you want to let it last
He might succumb to what you haven't seen
He has a keen eye for what you used to be see

when the cadaverous mob
Saves the doors for the dead man
You can not leave

I want you to be there
When he gets to the end
Have to find a way

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