all the same stuff
in the rippled well constellation,
same huff and puff,
common tanglement, look, vibration,
like a boring dance set,
'kin the table of multiplication;
selfsame clouds, selfsame coffee,
selfsame music and smoke of cigarettes.
I am not here, that's
all the sun's trustful eye can fish
from insomniac nets.
there's nothing else left to wish.
nothing to steal
from the weary city lumber;
vanish like steam,
rather, tired of thirst for hunger,
midwinter night's dream,
keeping track of what's hidden under
all the clouds, ice and coffee,
all the music and smoke of cigarettes:
I am not here, that's
all the sun's trustful eye can fish
from insomniac nets.
there's nothing else left to wish.
it's all the same stuff
in the rippled well constellation,
same huff and puff,
common tanglement, look, vibration,
like a boring dance set,
'kin the table of multiplication;
selfsame clouds, selfsame coffee,
selfsame music and smoke of cigarettes.
I am not here, that's
all the sun's trustful eye can fish
from insomniac nets.
there's nothing else left to wish.
no more tie for the bird;
leave and rest in opacity.
may my point have been heard,
that's beyond my capacity...
pah pah rum
pah pah rum
pah pah rum...
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