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From the deepest places
  Below the rocks
    Under the logs, matted leaves
      and worms

A coil rises to entangle
  Grip my leg
    Allow not my heart to soar
      with the clouds

The man will walk forever
  Worn out shoes
    Wobbling knees will soon fail
      into dust

Will the woman come to lift him
  Expose her bossom
    Intimacies seduce the heart
      and revive