Somewhere, am I
High up in the sky,
Spying on all of you—
Like I lived happily
Once, before my time.
Somehow, it turns—
The winding Watch,
My cheapest wit is nigh—
So it spurned on the tide;
Have you seen me before this?
I hide in the waking minutes
A swinging imbalance's Technique,
Like justifying myself would be wrong;
Such money that dollars never spent,
Saved from the Recluse, the Snake—
And then a Moment, within another,
Wherein I fell deeply into a slumber;—
Do you know me well enough?
To treat me as if I was an infant,
When, really—that’s all I’ve wanted,
And again, any dash of this is enough!
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