I understood the message
built into the song,
chosen carefully with taste
to point out something's wrong.
But if I'd lost myself in time
with bitter bright dismay
did you then not find your own
and fiercely tie the quay?
Self is complicated, large,
a twirling top will spin
and cling to certain signposts
while the pressures build a twin.
Not just a twin but a reaction
to sequences sedate;
to see another tide confide
while sleepers rise awake.
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