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If I promise to be watchful, to keep quiet and wide eyes

will you tuck me behind your ear, so I hear every thought

bowing your head, shuttering your eyes? I will tangle secrets

against your worry, braid quiet over your tongue, stop

your ears against the bindings of the day.

I will be your deprivation, I will sluice your agony. Just push

a finger behind your ear, and hold to me. When it breaks against you

our whirlwind of silence will shock the masses, envious

of our fox-hole, and you will tuck in

mischief at rest.