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Messes Of Men 
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I do not exist, but faithfully insist
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
me at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
Sailing in our separate ships
and from each tiny caravelle
Tiring and trying there's dying
like the horseshoe crab in its proper seasons its shell
Such distance our friends
a scratch across a lens,
made everything look from anywhere we stood
and our paper blew away before we'd left the bay,
so half-blind we wrote on sheets of salty wood
me at the other boatman's wives,
and me laughing louder at the jokes by daughters
I'd set my course for land,
but you well understand
it a steady hand to navigate waters
The propeller's blades held acquaintance with the waves
as there's I've no rowing could outrun
The cloth blowing on the mast like to say I've got no past
but I'm nonetheless the librarian and secretary's son
with tarnish on my brass and mildew on my glass,
I'd someone so crass as to want someone like me
but a few leagues off the shore, I bit a flashing lure
and I assure you, it was not what I expected it to be!
I still its kiss, that dull hook in my lip
is a memory as useless as a rod a reel
To an ever-dropped, seasick yet still docked
Captain spotted napping with his first mate at the wheel,
forgetfully along, no need to be strong
We keep our confessions and when we pray we keep it short
I drank a thimble full of fire and I'm not coming back
Oh, my God!
I do not exist we faithfully insist
while watching sink the heavy ship of everything we knew
If you come near I'll hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you anything as beautiful as You
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