(the 7th of November, 2011)
Life is a selfish mother
Who won't share the fruit you say
How foolish to pay
Some Body to warm up the air
Map your gaze on a carpet
And duck the implacable logic of death
Oh, let's melt these snowballs, I plead
Don't you want the Ice Age to end?
But you've long been gone
And thoughts echo
Like stones in a cave
I rattle in my crib
No drums to beat
The silence away
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