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sleeping on a mattress blanketed by road maps and old sheets of music pretending to read them singing street names to imaginary melodies found out that the notes were for a prepared piano so we loosened the strings shooting arrows at the wall caught the house on fire   that day

the pendulum shifts from the right to the left   awaiting timely ticks sometimes could sware when chiming for the hour that it lifts the county bridge putting out my fancy cigarette town clock lets by the ships and we've all stopped now nothing's moving no one comes to think of it but my heart it says to me let the compasses only be clocks to our pockets let all pendulums here be not but old silver lockets when we have crossed the sea, to better serve a loving memory and my heart it says...

... AND then, again, we'll change the plans-- perhaps can find some common grounds. there's still some time: still some time left, before there comes an end. -- AND you were stuck half holding-on: onto the highest ledge. a fleeting moment-- one last breath. the veins were swollen in your hand.

The color red; It drives me insane, you know: As blood sifts through my heart, It's simply lovely how the red shows through Each time our likes depart. How much shall go unknown for you by the time you're in the dark for good? How much will go unknown by us? Shall we have died apart?

Strange dreams have touched me, in this resting place anew; Now, I can recollect upon reflective dissections of its views. Well-rounded concepts have mapped our worldly ways, A thing that no small-scale globe could possibly do! I still believe in monsters of the black sea. But, you: oh, you know better yet; As you, I'm sure -- you shall have checked the charts of latitudes and longitudes, for errors in my mindless quests. At utmost depths, the ocean floor has the greatest multitude of shell...