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[concrete_bayou]

You do not know how heavy you tread;
I can feel you from a house away.
Spool of Thread, you do not know
the train wreck which you have come upon.
Am I a fool, boy? Let me know.
Have I endeared myself to the
insufferable patience and
incurable allure of
a snake in the garden?
Or shall I not wipe away this nectar?
I listen to the floor for your approach,
lay my fingers upon the door,
and even before you arrive I know
I am given over to the eyes of the Beholder.