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Safekeeping

In the dream-land of a child
I met a man who would never die,
to whom could be given precious things.

But the map was lost, or the child was wrong.
The eternal man was never found.
Hard wind is the only wind that sings.

I leave my gifts in this snow for you
where I lose myself, trying to be true,
following footprints – probably my own.