My arms are employed today
With the fact and forth
My muscles seem to sway
Sweat on my brow
I paid attention for the first time to the moss-covered rock
A refuge from the tidal waves
A place to sit
I noticed that I had a hammock
I laid there for a while
Before going back to digging my space into the ground
The sun shines down and tells me I am just a son of yours
And no better than the mud between the cracks
I pushed with these arms again, the noonday on my back
And for the first time saw the ivy in the cracks
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