That Feeling

the rope was at least twenty five feet and mine fifty eight but the slack makes me think that miss calculation was made and being afraid of losing her i pull to pull her up but there is no weight so afraid i afraidly wait and then pull a little to pick up her and at that exact moment in time timing her assent the umbilical cord has turned onto into the staff of a chord accordingly to the composer's ear perhaps sounding like something that has gone extinct and is dying but not knows why so the orchestral score shows me in cat years three out of nine and so with four more to go i think i will live in a city in Ecuador