Some thought-knots
Are so tightly tied
How stupid can I be
Only the heart-knife
Can cut through them
Or working its deft fingers
Carefully ease it apart
Like a present I unwrap
Wanting to save even the blue paper
And the immaculate foil stars
Lifting from the layered box
As from a tomb my life in pieces
And there at the bottom a little
Tube of glue to put it back together
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