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ATTACHED AT THE HIP
Siamese twins seperated
in another life.
Do they have dreams they're still together?
That get them through the night?
I just want you to be happy
as a pyramid of fruit,
just not happier than I am,
when the conveyor moves.
Mountains! Mountains!
The heart stutters on the sibilance of love.
It was a beating, a heart beating.
A crowd formed in a circle, it was brutal, it was magic,
and we were cheering, cheering,
like nurses in a circle, a drift of white crows, you will save me
with a scalpel, a scalpel,
the scalpel didn't feel a thing. And there it is, it is over.
Searching for that extra something.
Have you found it yet?
Is it made out of thin air?
Is it misplaced like a bet?
Dealer.
Healer.
Baby! Mountain!
When you say climb, the only thing I can think to say is:
How high? How high?
How the Sun can only shine on the top of the pine,
but I don't mind.
You're just in love with being in love.
That's why I love you like I love you,
I just can't say it. They're not words that I am used to
meaning, meaning.
All the syllables like goosebumps in the desert, in the hot sun,
say it. I don't just say it.
It doesn't sound the way I hear it in my head,
where there are cellos, these cellos,
where there are couples cheering, waving hands, and napkins from the rafters.
All this and then laughter, there was this laughter,
lovers, and their families
of arrows, and candies,
and tragic magic.
DAS - Glendale, California, USA
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