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46 <section class="content verse"> 46 <section class="content verse">
47 <p><span class="line">So it’s the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">fucking moon</a>. Big deal. As if</span><span class="line">you haven’t seen it before, hanging in the sky</span><span class="line">like a piece of <a href="roughgloves.html">rotten meat</a> nailed to the wall,</span></p> 47 <p><span class="line">So it’s the <a href="deathstrumpet.html">fucking moon</a>. Big deal. As if</span><span class="line">you haven’t seen it before, tacked to the sky</span><span class="line">like a <a href="roughgloves.html">rotten hunk of meat</a>, a maudlin love</span></p>
48 <p><span class="line">a maudlin love letter (the i’s dotted with <a href="proverbs.html">hearts</a>)</span><span class="line">tacked to the sky’s door like ninety-eight theses.</span><span class="line">Don’t stare at it like it means anything.</span></p> 48 <p><span class="line">letter (the _i_s dotted with hearts) hung</span><span class="line">on the sky like ninety-eight theses.</span><span class="line">Don’t stare at it like it means anything.</span></p>
49 <p><span class="line">Don’t give it the chance to collect meaning</span><span class="line">from your hand like an old pigeon. Don’t dare ascribe</span><span class="line">it a will, or call it fickle, or think it has any say</span></p> 49 <p><span class="line">Walk past it quickly, eyes averted.</span><span class="line">Don’t give it the chance to collect meaning</span><span class="line">from your <a href="last-passenger.html">outstretched hand like a pigeon</a>.</span></p>
50 <p><span class="line">in your affairs. It’s separated from your life</span><span class="line">by three hundred eighty-four thousand miles of space,</span><span class="line">the same distance you stepped away from time that night</span></p> 50 <p><span class="line">Ascribing it a will, calling it fickle, or</span><span class="line">thinking it has any say or even an opinion</span><span class="line">of your affairs is a mistake: it’s separated</span></p>
51 <p><span class="line">you said your love was broken, a crippled gyroscope</span><span class="line">knocking in the dark. It was then that time fell apart,</span><span class="line">had a nervous breakdown and started following you</span></p> 51 <p><span class="line">from you by three hundred eighty thousand miles</span><span class="line">of emptiness, staring at you blankly like a child</span><span class="line">or your reflection when you found your love broken</span></p>
52 <p><span class="line">everywhere, moonfaced, always asking where you’re going.</span><span class="line">You keep trying to get away from it but it nuzzles closer</span><span class="line">and sings you songs that sound like the cooing of a dove</span><span class="line">that will only escape again into an empty sky at dawn.</span></p> 52 <p><span class="line">in the dark, when time fell apart, broke down,</span><span class="line">started following you around everywhere, <a href="boy_bus.html">moonfaced</a>,</span><span class="line">doggedly asking where you’re going, like you know.</span></p>
53 <p><span class="line">Don’t try side stepping time, either: it’s only</span><span class="line">a river you’re stuck in, <a href="music-433.html">carrying you</a> under the glare</span><span class="line">of the moon nuzzling closer, cooing in your ear</span></p>
54 <p>like a dove that escapes into the empty sky at dawn.</p>
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