the days turned to Days
and the old stuff fell away
don’t know why
got burned off
in the eye somehow
the film that draped everything
dreary as Sunday lunch
inside the grandfather clock
which would not
shut the fuck up
all that yes
got ripped away
and there She stood
naked, blinding
utterly herself and
bright enough i couldn’t look
she held out her hands
i took them and fell through
to see at last
she lives inside of everything
inside of him
inside of her
even on that shelf over there
inside that ridiculously priced loaf
of San Francisco Sourdough
Twelve Pounds What Now ?
Someone is having a complete laugh
and she is
and we are
and it is this song for which my heart has waited
for which we have all waited
patient as the fucking moon
eons ever
this

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