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<p><span class="line">Whenever you call me friend</span><span class="line">I fall down on my knees and cry</span><span class="line">because I know it’s the only thing</span><span class="line">never to happen before in this</span><span class="line">life is something you can’t see</span><span class="line">it’s a pillow under a <a href="theoceanoverflowswithcamels.html">hook shot</a></span><span class="line"><a href="lovesong.html">I want to tell you something anything</a></span><span class="line">but you are there and I am here</span><span class="line">we are <a href="howtoread.html">trapped inside ourselves</a></span><span class="line">and the distance is too far</span><span class="line">you are something that I would tell</span><span class="line"><a href="no-nothing.html">would be nothing</a> before too long</span><span class="line">you are not the finisher of dreams</span><span class="line">you are the beginning of <a href="in-bed.html">nightmares</a></span><span class="line">or waking but I’m not sure which</span><span class="line">this <a href="poetry-time.html">letter is for you</a> in the future</span><span class="line">it will lead you on the path</span><span class="line">of goodness or of rightness or of</span><span class="line">wrong people and right meanings</span><span class="line">or the meaning will be hidden</span><span class="line">or wrestling the demon I will have become</span><span class="line">restless under the starlight</span><span class="line">it’s too bright here to think</span><span class="line">the negatives would be pitch black</span><span class="line">darkness of a silver mine</span><span class="line">there are <a href="plant.html">no trees</a> here</span><span class="line">where have you been where are you now</span><span class="line">I am no longer here or there</span><span class="line">you are anywhere or are you</span><span class="line">up in the clouds is a ghost</span><span class="line">he is white and blue like a cloud</span><span class="line">he paints with his teeth</span><span class="line">he paints the rainbow before midnight</span><span class="line">that you can see from your window</span><span class="line">staring out under the sunlight</span><span class="line">through the gauze curtains</span><span class="line"><a href="mountain.html">over the high mountain</a> far away</span><span class="line">that is covered over with snow</span><span class="line">past the rivers and forests</span><span class="line">that lie awake under Orion</span><span class="line">hunting the bull that runs forever</span><span class="line">just out of his reach</span><span class="line">pointing the way for the two of us</span><span class="line">to join together in song or dance</span><span class="line">or that other thing and sing</span><span class="line">the Grinch down off Mount Crumpet</span><span class="line"><a href="moon-drowning.html">his heart breaking his chest</a></span><span class="line">thumping with the beat</span><span class="line">his <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUpxmlZ2hyM">little dog too</a> running running</span><span class="line">with the bull full of laughter and blood</span><span class="line">he can’t see it anymore because it’s become him</span><span class="line">we are trapped he says we are</span><span class="line">trapped in ourselves it turns out</span><span class="line">that all along it wasn’t you or me</span><span class="line">but he and her or her and him or</span><span class="line">he and he or she and she or they</span><span class="line">even they tell us that nothing has happened</span><span class="line">even they know that it’s a big joke</span><span class="line">one more thing to know before the death</span><span class="line">we are crying like crocodiles</span><span class="line">before their loved ones’ coffins</span><span class="line">we are bellowing with grief like buffalo</span><span class="line">on a berth of wild oxen</span><span class="line">we are wailing our clothes are in rags</span><span class="line"><a href="i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html">we want</a> <a href="fire.html">we want</a> <a href="lovesong.html">we want</a></span><span class="line">but never can we get</span><span class="line">what is it</span><span class="line">we don’t know what it is</span><span class="line">but it’s something it’s anything</span><span class="line">it’s too many people or not enough</span><span class="line">it’s too few trees we need more</span><span class="line">beavers to build riverdams we need</span><span class="line">grapes too or <a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/245576">plums</a> from the ice box</span><span class="line">or an ice box even would be nice</span><span class="line">all I have is this cube isn’t that right</span><span class="line">or is a sphere a cube a donut a coffee</span><span class="line">cup your hands in mine yes that’s right</span><span class="line">now bring the water to your face</span><span class="line">clear and cool and</span><span class="line">full of something</span><span class="line">what is it wanting</span><span class="line">or yearning</span><span class="line">I can see in your eyes they’re clear now</span><span class="line">they are as clear as a running stream</span><span class="line">or the sky that’s clear right</span><span class="line">or the water that is in the Bahamas</span><span class="line">because I hear that’s clear</span><span class="line">you’re as clear as the sound of a bell</span><span class="line">you’re as clear as the <a href="table_contents.html">braying of horses</a></span><span class="line">you’re as clear as the glass in God’s eye</span><span class="line">and I</span><span class="line">I’m as dull as an ox plowing</span><span class="line"><a href="last-passenger.html">through fields in his yoke</a></span><span class="line">I’m as dull as clouded amber</span><span class="line">I’m dull as you find me</span><span class="line">tonight after dinner</span><span class="line">I’m reading the crossword</span><span class="line">you’re sitting beside me</span><span class="line">you’re watching TV.</span></p>
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