Give

Give over to the soul who tolls,
and steals you from the sandy tower,
rings hard and true on every hour,
demanding that you give again.

Give everything you had reserved
for dire needs and empty shelves,
and spill it bare upon the floor,
to be adored, to long for more.

Give in and let it drag you far
and low beneath the peak and crest.
Come rest where memories bury deep,
where waters take and give you sleep.

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