These thoughts dance in pairs and dress in dresses. They smile down at me as if they think of me kindly. Marching at me, an army of snails, the sky, a homily. Certainly they'll capture me and I'll scream, "Oh great heights! Terrible doubts!" Cumulus clouds say, "You are crazy!" Clapping in the streets, melody wakes me. Am I dreaming a song for me or cars crashing? Piano keys, simple things, melodies, the songs we sing. Simply speaking it's a broken chord, a broken note, broken bones. And how they linger! And how they seem…the secrets I keep say, "You are crazy. You are crazy. You are crazy."
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