How tired you are, my child
That you should move so Slowly
The bags beneath your eyes, and flaking lips
They make me happy
For I am not the worry
Though you worry for me
And words are mere noises
If they stand alone, for nothing
But these words do not stand alone
They float with tiny Atomies
In a Canyon, deep and filled with light
A Mustard Seed inside your hand
I will always be here
Watching from behind your eyes
I'd have you come and stay with me
I'm so glad that you did
I'm surprised it's been so long
There's so much for you to see
Why don't you just pack your bags
And come and stay with me.

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