Domestic cosmic comic
Book that we are just
Making supper up and plans
Laying together on the couch
Getting ready for another what-a-day
I kiss your feet eternity
The way you just keep spinning
Out myths and fables that finally
Put us both to sleep
And we can leave our bodies behind
Poor instruments of torture and joy
Resting comfortably on the earth
As we rise up through the ranks
Of angels and the starry dead
To retrieve their hopes for us
To retrieve their hopes for us
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