What Have I Eaten? Lies And Smiles.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

Perhaps You Considered Yourself An Oracle, Mouthpiece Of The Dead, Or Of Some God Or Other. Thirty Years Now I Have Labored To Dredge The Silt From Your Throat. I Am None The Wiser.

I Dreamed That You Bewitched Me Into Bed And Sung Me Moon-struck, Kissed Me Quite Insane. (i Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.)