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stork daddy
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a girl said to her father
"did you know that clouds
are just bushes in the sky"
oh be careful. one must
make some distinctions
otherwise a shadow
stretched by streetlights
is just a dark figure on stilts
and words are just letters
precariously holding
and footsteps are just
the pounding of a drum
sometimes taut and sometimes
loose.
and love is death
and the mist is just light dirt.
but how do you tell someone
even someone you wish
such happiness,
something you don't believe.
she might respond
"when you say do as i say
not as i do,
you forget that
what you do is just what you say
in a more universal language."
and there aren't many things
that aren't true in some sense.
keep stepping out,
as far as your mind allows you
unbounded by your heart
and you will see that
everything is the same
as nothing.
knives are little cupids.
dancing is touching god.
horror is comedy.
but clouds really are just bushes
in the sky.
she stops there, she considers.
she tells her father she loves him.
as if it is her contrary consideration,
the limits of her fancy.
you she says, will always be more
my father than a clown
more my father than a pink blur.
because i'm more myself
than any single sentence
can ever say.
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