"you can not protect
that which you cannot control.
i lit a candle for you,
but somebody blew it out.
he comes to me in my dreams
and tells me that he's alright,
that he's just been hiding out
somewhere there is no light.
oh yeah, that'd be nice,
and if you took it back,
i wouldn't feel so uncertain.
i wouldn't feel so uncertain
that when your body hit the earth
it opened up and swallowed you.
she kept you safe in her hot center,
and always tucked you in at night,
and when you woke up nervous,
she said, 'baby you're inside of me.
you're safe inside my orange womb.
there's no reason to worry.'
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they bought him magnets
to form into different shapes.
small spheres of metal,
always carefully composed.
he's making hexagons.
he's making perfect squares.
he's making triangles.
he's making cylinders.
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and in the junk yard,
above the robot screams,
they give him orders
like rabbits from his dreams.
they're laying eggs now,
and hatching fever spells.
he eats them slowly.
his blood is thinner now.
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things slip sometimes."
