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By Daniela Date: 2002 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.18.23.22.8663]] |
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And you turn away "it was all a play" "he made up the love scenes" Waking from the starred sleep, shaped sheep, animals in the clouds Running without a head, without a groom Running with the pink breasts, with the flowers And the red-gold-silver oval shapes pattterned on the skirt The people tell me to THINK "goodbye" As I am running without a head In the rain and thunder As I am running in a sort of solitary march Down Magicians lane Down Healers lane A right turn on Mothers lane A left turn on Fathers lane A called a sack at the end By the ocean Behind the lake The people tell me to Think Goodbye And so I am running doewn this mental map Of how to forget the "Y". |