He would teach me how to use the ropes
What he meant was he would teach me bonds
He would open my eyes to the incredible power of love
The ropes extend and find hands to join
The aging man stumbles out
He has walked down from the third story to bless me
He carries a life of words he carries the knowledge
I will commit myself to the threads of love
The dusty open entrance to the household
Open to the sun and the events of life
Here you show me the strands of rope
How they bind together to strengthen something
The mystery loosens Let me be a witness
things a foot will blend into being
Will rouse the liquid days
into single diamonds
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