And the day will come
When you wake up
With a fork that blossoms in your heart.
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A fork slides
Along your mind
Until it meets its paradise
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And earth and sky
Will look at your fork
As if at a thunder that severs the world.
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A landslide, an avalanche
Are kept from moving down
By the hooks that are my eyes.
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My hook keeps her
From disappearing
My fork draws her on a fog yet to come.
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My body stinks
My hook radiates
My heart emits bright dark cries.
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Of course it fits:
Your heart, your hits
The dream that twists you then quits.
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Your heart, amid the fire,
Thinks it's a happy squire
Doesn't know it's a clown who burns himself.
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Among the scattered ashes
Which had once been my heart
You can still find a splinter of smile.
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The slips of your heart
The slides of your soul:
The knife and fork that slice you into songs.
