We’re ever telling tales
On ourselves – of you –
As if we were a Belle
Ringing still and true.
Do we suppose we know
What’s in the Lion’s heart?
If yet we must maw the air,
The Open Sea awaits.
What’s that you say,
You do not understand?
It takes but a tear
And all of us will drown.
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What can lift the fallen soul
And make it feel its toes?
Don’t hold your breath
That is the key
And be it but the air
You’ll light upon a wayward word
And turning -- dancing ther
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It's but a drop of rain -
However slight its sum -
It will dissolve the sky
and swallow up the sun.
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There is a pain like air --
I breathe it so --
I rise and fall upon the earth
And take my sleep below.
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Were the heart round -
as it’s sd to be --
its echo would
keep me company.
Is there a secret
to so small a place?
The universe itself resides
in parabolic space.