Leave your boat untied at the shore
you won’t need it where you’re going
untethered by that twine of dying
it still hangs above your head
like a branch attached to your neck
it’s a short way down, but no way back
you’re underestimating
everything
a long walk down a short hill
you didn’t have to climb
it all comes out in the wash you say
you’re just laundering your time
like the spinning of the gears
they’re crushing your fingers
you’re underestimating
everything
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