I went on for hours

Twirling it about

In my fingers

A strand, the last

The last straw

To the touch

Softened tones

Highlighted by your sun

You said I was yours

Without it

Within me

I couldn’t be

Never could be

Me, beside your you

Until you said

The words

The songs you sang

Were only that

There’s nothing more

You said

Until you heard

How sad

I used to think

You meant something by it

Nearer to the truth

Than three-chord progressions

A minor flaw

Lodged in the craw

Of a song-bird

Beguiled by his own feathers

He built his own

He built his own nest in

In his own private Eden

Out of wood

Out of his own wood

And hair and other things

With more meaning

Than words

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