To spur the various good
But the weight of love
Sitting on your chest
Like an old cat
Ready to spring
Deeper into inaction
A drowse that forms a ring
The seed of a new body
Taking its time to get here
To steal back the heart
From the animality of the world
We think we have a childhood
But it only watches and waits
Naked at the end too late
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