Spinning in four-cornered triangles, | 1 |
I look for the end of the sky | 2 |
and I say to myself, "Self, | 3 |
you are far on the road to nowhere, | 4 |
which goes around the inbetweens of galaxies | 5 |
eight.point.three.and.a.half.times." | 6 |
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So I dive into that iceblock, | 7 |
as fire burns in my mouth | 8 |
and blood drips from my toes, | 9 |
and I reach for that watery sun, | 10 |
and toss it, drop it, kick it, stop it, pick it up and throw it. | 11 |
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Now you will see me jump into the sky | 12 |
and lay yet again down on my cloud 9 | 13 |
to sleep my lively sleep forever tonight. | 14 |