I tally ego on the rosary of my body
count the worry beads of desire
sum my abacus of need
count the worry beads of desire
sum my abacus of need
my small silence inside your eternity
my sky inside your horizon
is watching us recede
as I exchange thoughts for doubts
I wonder if you can hear them;
I think you'd concede
that you pull me along, in undertow--
not caring for my suffering--
until you have me freed
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