How deep is his pocket,
How far spreads his grip?
The sound ripples spread from the coin that slips
From top to bottom, the sound of a psalm.
How deep is his pocket,
How deep is the sea?

How wide is his pocket,
How big is his hand?
Do fingers explore every thread of land,
The warps and wefts that cover his palm.
How wide is his pocket,
How wide is the sea?

How black is his pocket,
How many the locks
Do crumble beneath his beguiling knock?
Salt water or oil his favours embalm.
How black is his pocket,
How black is the sea?

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