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A PRIVATE SONG FOK YOU
Shall I write ,this song to night
During your half-wakefulness? listen?
Sailing on your dreams and glancing off your smooth lips
Shall I write for you in this your night?
Sleep creeps into the brain
The music of your bangles smashes
The fruits of my penance
I go away alone,
Whatls there now? Only 1 the din of birds
And the empty beating or moths' wings
Around the feeble flame of life.
What else is there? Only the inner chambers
With their doors shut, filling
The dark corners of my emaciated skeleton.
A passionless, lazy lifeless smile?
Can you listen to
The, snap of the nerves
The whirlpools of blood stream spurting foam?
Can you kiss a pool of blood?
No, don't listen to my endless, empty nocturnal song of
anguished devotion
