Goodbye to My HeadMy few current thoughts rattleAround my empty belfryLike the first coins In a new glass pigI’m sick of thisAnd I'm sure it’s rather bored of meI’ve spent all day stumblingOver such flat groundAnd I’ve finally found a holeAlong this desultory milieu It’s only footsteps awayPerched at the edge of a canyonWith no devices holding onReady to vault, bound, leapFrom the head of the giraffeTo the home of the antsWhich I’ll quickly passBecause I’m going furtherBeyond the thickening soil and clayAnd the earth wormsThere is nothing quite so livingIn the last destinationImprin
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