Nothing recent has happened
To me lately my thoughts
Run on in speculative torrents
Or settle into sunny puddles
I am as dazed as December trees
What bird is that keeps his tail in the air
Ornithology passed me by
If I had known how to draw
Or play an instrument
Or fix a car but all I could do
Was think of you and sing
So now I see you life
Transfixed in matter
Ourselves in everything
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