(the parts i like; aka… the ending)
queer cupids of all persons getting up,whose evening meal they will prepare all day,you will dine wellon his heart, on his, and his,so send them about your business affectionately,dragging in the streets their unique loves.Scourge them with roses only,be light as helium,for always to one, or several, morning comeswhose head has fallen over the edge of his bed,whose face is turnedso that the image ofthe city grows down into his open eyesinverted and distorted. No. I meandistorted and revealed,if he sees it at all.
I am an answer, they are only a call.
But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.
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