HELP ME this poetry has grown too heavy I beg you help me lift it raise your end to the light I will inch mine into darkness between the two of us we can carry its confusion to the messy river and wash it till it sees again when it squirms hold tight if it falls we must fall with it if it dies one of us is guilty if it runs we must try to catch it if it becomes a fugitive we will track it in disguise as if we were married signing false names in the ledger nervous when we reach the place where we can no longer read the maps untiring determined brave cunning if we die on the search there will be others to take it up one chosen by me one by you