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Sawdust And

From the top of the
Of the wide, stairs
Through the rest of my
Do you wait for me

There's a bell in my
There's a white roar
Drop a down the stairs
Hear it fall

Hear it fall

Drop a bell off of the
it out in the sea
Drowning mute as a
And sounding

a light in the wings
Hits this system of
From the side while they
See the wires, the wires, the

And the
In our and knees
Makes us buckle as we couple in endless
As the audience

And the white dove
Made with love, with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and pliers

a low sickle arc
From its perch in the
Settle
Settle down my

And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible
Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I remember

the furthermost shake drove a murthering stake in
And me right down through my center
And I shouldn't say so, but I know it was then, or never

Push me back into a
my buttons with salt
And fill my ears with bees
please, please, please,
Love, you not!
No you not!

Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my
(cut cardboard and old magazines)
Makes me warble and like a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, is a circle of wood
A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your

It is terribly good to carry water and wood
with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash through the
And the ropes and trail after
And the holiest belfry sky-high

Then the slow lip of fire across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and you make your first incision
And in a moment of almost-unbearable
Doubled with the hunger of lions
me close', cooed the dove
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and

I to say: why the long face?
Sparrow, perch and songs of long face
Burro, buck and songs of long face!
Sing: I will your sadness and eat your cold clay
Just to your long face

And it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your longface
And though our bones may break, and our souls separate
- why the long
And though our bodies from the grip of the soil
- why the face?

In the of the waves
Which are pawing like
Pitch we, and grave,
As I in my log

Then I a noise from the hull
Seven out to sea
And it is the bell!

And it - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
It for me!

And though my and my waist seemed so easy to break
Still, my dear, I have walked you to the very edge of the water
And they will all the lines of your face
In the of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter

and darling, we will be fine, but what was and mine
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering takes
But if it's all just the same, then will you say my
Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave

I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at
No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out formed, knock-kneed and upright
So: enough of this
We deserve to light
And grow evermore and lighter
You have seen me through
But I could not undo that

Oh-oh, desire
Oh-oh, desire
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

From the top of the
Of the wide, white
Through the rest of my
Do you for me there