The mountain's on its way,
straining the air in quakes.
I hold my fingers in knots
to keep from shaking.
If we could tie our hands together, I'd feel okay,
and could pull you back from danger
by your waist;
keep you from the passageway;
keep you safely in place.
I dream in tremors,
and I want to see your face....
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