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I believed I had met her once in a dream
In a place we could be without needing to seem
But she ate the poisoned jam from the spoon
And I lost her in a spiralling maze of rooms.
And the crazy-voiced cacklers spun me a yarn
While I searched for the thing that would keep her from harm
All too recently seen and lost somewhere behind
As I froze her and ransacked the rooms in my mind.
I saw ravens land yesterday on overhead wires
Humming filled with their violent electric desires
As they drive the train driving me closer to you
But it never arrives and I move on through.
And she came to me listening and talking
And when she heard all I'd said
She forgave my past transgressions
And said "bless its pointed little head"
And we lay there quiet in the dark
And saw each other without walls
I thought it seemed too good to be true
So too bad it turned out to be false.
When the telephone exchange catches fire down the street
And you freeze like the embers as they hit the concrete
Perhaps the ice tendrils in your heart can grow
To a perfect and singular crystal of snow.
Put me back in the rack, I'm prepared to pretend
To be an electronic rectangle again
Just my thoughts heat the air as the fans suck me dry
And successions of operations all asking "why?"
Perhaps I could make beautiful magnetic crystal balls
And show you a world beyond your frozen walls
And you'd show me your peacefulness, your stillness and cool
But fire and ice make lukewarm water, and I remain
Only a fool.