A steady hand,
And moving mind.
Give me time and I am sure to listen.
I yearn to move through my own force and your patience.
Arriving amidst the weavings of swallowed carpet. Shadows disperse, as frightened birds find a stiller wind.
And I see them pour across your feet.
In a sticky, stinging world,
Did you come in search of me, or did you
Give me time.
And moving mind.
Give me time and I am sure to listen.
I yearn to move through my own force and your patience.
Arriving amidst the weavings of swallowed carpet. Shadows disperse, as frightened birds find a stiller wind.
And I see them pour across your feet.
In a sticky, stinging world,
Did you come in search of me, or did you
Give me time.
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