the [once] upon a sang [of my life]

so I used to thinking

that singing wasn’t

my thinging.

 

and I used to be-

leaving that songing

wasn’t my ringing.

 

and I used to doing that

my making wasn’t

raking your futuring,

 

but now I am-

ing seeing that retaking

your watchfulness

 

is what you wanted from me all along.

 

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