lie the mute fork in my lap
say incomprehensible things about love
say tameable things about life and hate
say not to know how to separate death from momentary death
say the affliction about the communication between cats
lie the naked knife in my lap
say forbidden things about an idea of flower
say things under the nails of the dead
among their hair
lie the dirty plate in my lap
say things and say and dance the fingers
lie the cracked glass in my lap
say things say things and all that I hear is the rip in this our gentle language

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