POEM WITH FORTY TWO LINES IN TWO LOTS OF TWENTY ONE

TO SAY NOTHING OF THE SIMULTANEOUS 18 LINE 'POME' IN TWO LOTS OF NINE


At night sleep starts bleeding,
At noon wolves cease feeding,
But now they cannot notice anything but you.
When I open my eyes I go crazy.
When I open my mouth I fall out of it.
Where do words go once they're spoken?
Do they know what they mean?
Has the patient been seen?
Is the planet still green?
At birth we start screaming,
At death we cease dreaming,
But now we cannot notice anything but you.
When I open my hand I find nothing.
When I open my mind I fall into it.
How do questions know they're not just
answers? Is there a sign?
Is the weather still fine?
In the universe mine?


ALSO, IN AN INAUDIBLE BACKING TRACK


Where I go you cannot follow. (X3)
Where I tread you cannot build a highway.
Where I go you cannot follow.
Where you go I cannot follow. (X3)
Where you weep I cannot dig a river.
Where you go I cannot follow.


ALSO - AUDIBLE, BUT ISOLATED


Let me be evermore young.

Can I do it now? (X2)

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