Armed with dry lightning
A cry tears out the voice
Spits out the mouth
The sound dies away
The gods? What gods?!
Save your strange laughter
For so long now, I have been with you alone
I am all right
But above all, Ariana has a heart
A heart in the form of a telephone
In the form of a telephone wire
In the form of a telephone dial
In the form of a telephone booth
To have listened through whole afternoon …
To have listened across smiles
Children rock children
I am among those ways of harsh sweetness
Where the going is slow
Because of the height where the heart takes breath
The lightest dew—spelling its words out carefully
Can make this oneness
Sparkle for us
Armed with dry lightning A cry tears out the voice Spits out the mouth The sound dies away The gods? What gods?! Save your strange laughter For so long now, I have been with you alone I am all right
But above all, Ariana has a heart A heart in the form of a telephone In the form of a telephone wire In the form of a telephone dial In the form of a telephone booth To have listened through whole afternoon … To have listened across smiles
Children rock children I am among those ways of harsh sweetness Where the going is slow Because of the height where the heart takes breath The lightest dew—spelling its words out carefully Can make this oneness Sparkle for us
[paraphrased]