In the freshness of the morning I
Feel back to the musty sheets where I left my loadUnder white chasms of creased restlessnessI was devoured by a pack of dogsrabid, with tears in their eyes
From the grey confines of that decayingconcrete window, you watched mercilessas flooded with shame I was, at the warmsmell of those dripping canines slippinggently in, like spikes into bruised fruit
In the freshness of the morning, I.
"Gazing into the darkness I saw myself as a creature driven and derided by vanity; and my eyes burned with anguish and anger"
JAMES JOYCE
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"I don't belong to anyone
My heart is heavy as an oil drum
And I don't want to be alone
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn
And I have torn my soul apart
From pulling artlessly with fool commands
Some nights I just never go to sleep at all
And I stand
Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel
All alone
Bracing like the bow upon a ship
And fully abandoning
Any thought of anywhere
But home, my home
Sometimes I can almost feel the power
And I do love you
Is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour
Only ever chiming out "Cuckoo, cuckoo""
My heart is heavy as an oil drum
And I don't want to be alone
My heart is yellow as an ear of corn
And I have torn my soul apart
From pulling artlessly with fool commands
Some nights I just never go to sleep at all
And I stand
Shaking in my doorway like a sentinel
All alone
Bracing like the bow upon a ship
And fully abandoning
Any thought of anywhere
But home, my home
Sometimes I can almost feel the power
And I do love you
Is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour
Only ever chiming out "Cuckoo, cuckoo""
JOANNA NEWSOM - In California
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