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do not resuscitate
make no mistake
my dear
this little death
is love
in some tomorrow
the breathing machines
will yank us from here
whipping the march
of the living back into us
but here
tonight
you
are
in a body
that gods absurdity
can wrestle electrocuted simians
for the naming rights to
it's of no concern to me
this moment you're earth
iron and pebbles and carbon
and shit and stem and bloom
of every flower
fowl
and fragrance
and you're fucking gorgeous
I am made of rock stuff
skinned of less subtle leather
and my fur seems too big
for these city streets
It's clear
that I am meant to warm you
at least for
tonight
in this little death
when we tomorrow
kill ourselves back to life
let's tattoo "do not resuscitate"
above our hearts
my dear
this little death
is love
in some tomorrow
the breathing machines
will yank us from here
whipping the march
of the living back into us
but here
tonight
you
are
in a body
that gods absurdity
can wrestle electrocuted simians
for the naming rights to
it's of no concern to me
this moment you're earth
iron and pebbles and carbon
and shit and stem and bloom
of every flower
fowl
and fragrance
and you're fucking gorgeous
I am made of rock stuff
skinned of less subtle leather
and my fur seems too big
for these city streets
It's clear
that I am meant to warm you
at least for
tonight
in this little death
when we tomorrow
kill ourselves back to life
let's tattoo "do not resuscitate"
above our hearts
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