it was late and stormy
the clock before me
nourishing my upbringing
hardening
my abilityticking and tocking
the second hand
is hiding a secret
in time
the fly with the missing arm
told me about that storm
and how he was left behind
in a puddle of mud
he escaped when we believed
he could be the one we could believe in
and believe me
we did
wide awake
alive and well
we do enough
wide awake
alive and well
we do enough
2006
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