Like a circle of moss in the desert
Like the apple surrounding the worm
It's your compassion that keeps me gentle
Like an eternity of water to soothe the burn
I always deal myself the wrong cards
I break the glass and I gum the shards
And whether I bleed or whether I lose
Like Monet's brush you soften the blues
I have a staircase down from the mountain
Firm as marble and steady as steel
It shimmers even in the devil's breath
Like the koi swims against the reel
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