Saw you from the urchin's side, from under the boat
Saw you making knots, saw you get the rope
The boy appearing on the deck and making it lurch
And bubble of your interests ready to burst
He whistles and he runs
Saw you in distraction, a sleeping slow despair
Rehearsing interaction, he wasn't even there
A creature 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
Breathe 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
When the cadaverous mob saves its doors for the dead men
You cannot leave
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