REPO MAN
"Will I dream?"
--HAL 9000
Sing me to sleep
A Father-song of make believe
Before I'm repossessed.
The lullaby:
When my thick cells forget
The signature of sex
And foursquare time, and blood
Forgets to color in the lines,
And my thin breath cannot remember
What a fat weight life is,
And my face becomes a public place,
And revolutions bore me,
Then death's a clever art
That can be practiced, like the harp,
Or flute, or backstroke,
Wherein the players are overturned
And all the naked swimmers drowned.
--Me (as Me)
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