However Worn

This infirmity of seeing far too much Has caused in me such an affinity I fear that I have crossed a line of trust And who am I that you should trust me In any way you do not know me And this inordinance of care Bears witness to the ways you have disarmed me It would appear you are enveloped By a coterie of women Strong and protective Noble, caring and committed It makes me feel that I can somehow Maybe trust you to the fates And they will be there to keep you fed and rested Stable, loved and safe And please believe me when I tell you This I want for you and nothing more I would release my weary soul out to protect you Blanket upon you, however worn I will be your brother I will cover you And keep you out of sight Of grasping hands Of grasping hands Including mine Including mine And I have tried to get a sense Of how distinctly complicated you are As I gather bits of light and prose and shadow from afar And I see so much of myself in you That now I cannot help but to assimilate impressions As I tend this vivid phantom And please believe me when I tell you This I want for you and nothing more I would release my weary soul out to protect you Blanket upon you, however worn I will be your brother I will cover you And keep you out of sight Of grasping hands Of grasping hands Including mine Including mine And as I close you in between the pages Of this most peculiar passage Know that all of my age and wisdom Held the challenge of this reverie And, oh, how it has so Bewilderingly changed me And it will remain forever Such a poignant part of me And please believe me when I tell you This I want for you and nothing more I would release my weary soul out to protect you Blanket upon you, however worn I will be your brother I will cover you And keep you out of sight Of grasping hands Of grasping hands Including mine Including mine