Such cold, hard limits to the things we do.
You help me to so much, and then no more.
Show me fantastic things I never knew
Then massive silence, when I shut the door.
No other way that this could work for you
So well: you tuck me up inside a drawer
Marked neatly with a label, out of view -
Back in the dark, not knowing what’s in store.
But in my head my thoughts are always leaping
Out of their boxes, throwing themselves like fish
Over the rush of water, always keeping
Their eye upon the source – and I just wish
That one day you could come and swim with me,
Shake off your suit and dive into this sea.
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