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I've got the thought

if you've got the time

I spent an hour on top

of autumn's leaves

That night I jumped the fence

and almost tore off my arm



Aside from the leaves,

I was on top of things.



It was your love that found

me crooked and teething

Now I am the scapegoat in your footsteps

When everything rests on the shoulder

of a road

or

on the shoulder of a creature with a brain

the infallibility is there.

It's a song you have sung every now and then



It was your love.

Buried in the woods as a secret.