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Oh, this world of worn-out welcomes

I whisper windless to your conch shell ears

Holding in an ocean

Silence is black

And silence is the grand geonisound

Nocturnal is the rain

Nocturnal is the silent eyelids

How I work for all it's worth

And pluck the stale teeth

That carry any tune

From the dirty grin

How I whistle as I work

Through jaws of piano keys

That marchp-stomp the song

And send the music bubbles all afloat

Lost in the seas of agonies

In the conch shell of an ear

A canyon dusk and dark

To the bees' nest of a honey-sweetened brain

Oh, am I worth the eager ear?

I always seem to feed

And drain the precious harvest gathered

From the fields vast

Of the whistling sailing grains

Stirring to the studder of the air

Piano stomp Piano sway

Drunken tongue drunken day

Melt me to the liquid wood

To fasten me up tall

Nailed to the stage

And brush the curtains back

From my languid teary eye

To spill the apple of my heart

And catch the newborn baby dry