My first real clue was noticing
Something was always dying
So something further could be born
This meant there was a
Conversation going on
Between the weaver and us
If you think of the future
As a kind of carpet being woven
Remember how in Ephesus once
We held up a whole boatload
Of fellow tourists and our own
Companions who glared at us
While we kept on bargaining
With the old tired rug dealer
And wound up paying too much
And losing a few friends
When we finally boarded that boat
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