because i will never be
complete without thoughts
of birds and bees and their
ugly children flying about
in my face when i can't sleep
when i can sleep but won't
sleep flies in front of my face
and asks me why i won't go
to bed with him tonight
why i won't go with him
right here and now
if i could but i can't
can and won't
tonight
why do the buildings fall
and the rocks crumble
under fresh air violent
under gentle water rushed
why do the flowers open
if they know they'll rot
within days or hours
in the months crueler
than those in winter
why do the children grow
and the teeth renew
when the fates will take
and take them away
when the birds tell me
it's another day now day
has come has passed
but you and i have not
lived in life but death
bodies building but for
a final fall
we are fools in this room
too much in time to think
what of life is worth
night and day after day
and the birds tell me
it's another day now
and what will you do
outside of this room?
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