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Wednesday, March 31, 2004
I'm not here.
I
Every one around
Near
Every one around
Near
But so alone
Every one around
Near
Every one around
Near
But so alone
Every one around
Near
Every one around
Near
But so alone
II
Death was
beautiful
today
Dying
in my arms
was
beautiful
today
I felt you
in there
nestling around
searching for
me
There's
no one in there
it's a he
there's no
me
That's not
me
It is too bad
when I die
I must be
reborn
It is too bad
when I die
I must be
reborn
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I must be
reborn
Then the dying
again
will be beautiful
Phoenix I
The ash
The fires
The smoke,
billowing,
through the sky
the brim of my flesh
I am
a bloody pulp
a fleshly pulp
a sucker for you
to suck
How many licks
to the
center?
How many licks
to the
core?
I don't care anymore
I don't
care
anymore
III
five plus five
gives you
a ten
ten plus ten
gives you
a twenty
a quarter plus
a dime
gives you thirty-
five
one hundred plus
two thousand
gives you
two thousand and
a hundred
but through the numbers,
their logic,
their predictable way,
i cannot add you,
subtract you,
divide you,
multiply you.
i cannot combine you
cannot lessen you
cannot cut you to pieces
cannot make you muliplied
IV
they said
the smallest form
of matter
is the atom
well
you are the smallest
form
of matter
they were wrong
they were all wrong
we're not about
numbers
we don't need
numbers
all we need is instability,
unpredictability,
something warmer
we don't need
numbers
the number of times
i've lived
and the number
of times
i've lied
and the number
of times
it has happened
is insignificant
we don't need
numbers
we do not need facts
we are the numbers
we are the facts
we are not
faceless
we have
faces
we have
faces
we are not
faceless
we are not
faceless
we have
face
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