We Are The String That Holds The Kite
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Mark Heathcote
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If you've eyes to watch a tidal rise
You've got a heart to sense its sinking
This is the way all things are elated
This is the way of helium balloons
This is the way of love, isn't it ghastly?
This is what helps us understand apathy.
That feeling when the seas washed out:
Wanting-and-waiting-its-own-return
No matter how far, how high how low
Thing's-just-slip out of reach and go
We are the string that holds the kite
Hoping it'll stretch; it'll not break tonight.
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