This is the smile of an hunter, holding keys,
Keeping letters blank, using his rifle as a cane
If only
There is nothing that binds my boots to the soft spring
There is nothing that binds my harpoons
There is nothing that binds my boots to the soft sping
Because everything in this house
Keeps on moving, wooden fingers try to hide my light
But this is not my last place
The Past comes in boxes
But the words that used to move us,
Now rest, if only, as if only, as if
The places that we know,
Try to hide from us,
As we point our minds to doubt
Our feet to rest
We will try to catch them, someday
Our minds to rest
Our eyes to sleep
I’ve got years to enjoy idleness
To watch and smile with a stained shirt
Like a wolf in the snow
If Only.
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