when we are gone we burn on
we evaporate from body to the sublime
We who care for the do'es and the don'ts
for the Jews and the dolts
for a hairpin, a fancy one, lying on the bank
of the road beside the mall; what hair did it curl?
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go away into the space that you belong
that is the trick: not to cling on
not counting greenbacks nor hunting green pastures
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running with the rabbits and hunting with the hares
like when esther's mom cooked salad
that tasted like dental surgery
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a propos nothing
oh shut up: if you haven't heard prolegomena
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never heard of stonehenges nor crusades
and master tom i have lived a good life; thank you
why does it always have to be you
alone with me when I am alone
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why do I cling on?
and on...
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