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WHAT I NEVER MENTION, WHAT I NEED NEVER MENTION,
WHAT I NEED I NEVER MENTION

A blast of quiet comes up from the light
And the knowledge that this changes nothing
Means everything ot me, fills me with wild noise
I am aching to distribute to the whole hive.

This is a kind of talking to myself
That hurts less than telling myself what to do.

The sleeping in the other room
Makes me cry for once,
And the wish is vivid on my pericardium.
I could tell you but that would spoil it.