A Pin-Light Bent
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My
life
comes
and
goes
My
life
comes
and
goes
Short
flight,
free
rows
I
lie
down
and
doze
My
life
came
and
went
My
life
came
and
went
Short
flight,
free
descent
Poor
flight
attendant
But
the
sky,
over
the
ocean!
And
the
ocean,
skirting
the
city!
And
the
city,
bright
as
a
garden
When
the
garden
woke
to
meet
me
From
that
height
was
a
honeycomb
Made
of
light
from
those
funny
homes,
intersected:
Each
enclosed,
anelectric
and
alone
In
our
lives
is
a
common
sense
That
relies
on
the
common
fence
That
divides,
and
attends
But
provides
scant
defense
From
the
Great
Light
that
shine
through
a
pin-hole
When
the
pin-light
calls
itself
Selfhood
And
the
Selfhood
inverts
on
a
mirror
In
an
Amora
Obscura
But
it's
mine.
Or,
at
least,
it's
lent
And
my
life,
until
the
time
is
spent
Is
a
pin-light,
bent
It's
a
pin-light,
bent
Autor: Joanna Newsom
Autor tekstu: Brak
Autor muzyki: Brak