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Tongue gone dumbfrom disuse at somenumb young sea-scum's postBottle after bottle after bottle out sinkcold filled to the cork with uncrackable codeso good through the years the knots wentthat its alphabet was even forgottenMe? I'm head vessel for a fleet of tearsout on my old man's bones paroleUnder sail only for a hole to hell to fillwith handfuls and handfuls of loose-earned dustor plug up level really with anything other than usand then to toss a dusty rug over--Lost (lost lost) in translation. Lost.To a kingdom of light I wish tonight to fall witnessbut victim to a spite that might incite sicknessI sit in and pretend and through it write hymns:Tight-limbed in white English as my one and trite business.Light as a nice fat rice sack boiled in waterout farther than the house of my fatherwaiting in the sitting room of yet another doctorI taste what little bitter roots this winter has to offer andLetras de cancioneswithout a son or daughter to shoulder the debtalone with the past and prone to regretdreamt my death by a knife on a path in Burnettbut under the bedspread, I'm younger than dead yet.Lost (lost lost) in translation. Lost.Even an opal heart hopes all nightin the bright, biting strobe lights and bitter cold, as the living set upto a long white joke told through sun up 'til the bones and bodies spun around them fold.Hopes all night through the old lone fightand the bright vast cold, but there's no punch-lineby this told whack joke for all one's life is surrounded'til the black hole and bodies spun around it fold.Lost (lost lost) in translation. Lost.Lost (lost lost) in translation. Lost.*(Glass shatters) From Letras Mania