Castled in your concrete tower
Lightninged by a distant shower
You sat protected from daily chance
A heart at ease without romance.
You fussed and grew more at ease
With bird-like pleasures that only seized
The handle of the cup of life
Which you did not lift for fear of strife.
Into this world I stormed and battered
And dragged you out to the market place
And protecting you from its life embrace
Allowed to you what in dreams did matter.
But was I not life, too?
This I had forgot,
And lost you through
An error with a drop.
Now back you are in your concrete tower
Protected from that fatal hour
When a splashing drop of life was spilt
And the drunken sky began to tilt.
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