How vehement within you draw
What beginnings seemed clear
Yet moments stretched and his eyes
Filter light as deepest nights
How soon a needle sewn o' so
Tight without resistance those lips
Crystal, his flesh, glass skin
Beckon him to crawl abrupt without contact
So you, humble humble kid
Freely crush this can
Tomorrow you'll see not
A reasoning for hushing yarrow
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