In the dark of the night
my star shines bright,
awake in my bed,
just listening:
The sheets are
in curls and beside
me my girl, her chest
heaves as she dreams;
oh how I love her
with my cicada-shell
heart.
Oh! Sometimes
I need you but don't
know how to get there;
my soul's not at ease
It's like I need my dog
to come when I call but
there's no dog to call
when you need it all
Despite our hopes let's
try to be well, knowing
we won't, and invest
our hopes in beating
hell although we won't
Ask not what you can
do for your pain; ask
what you can do with
your pain
What fool looked at
two points and saw
a little dog? I guess
all things bright and
low need what thought
you can give them
But that, friends,
looks like true love:
the rounding off of
distance between
two things with
anything. Oh, to love
me dream with me!

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