Just a piece of wire a heart and a knife
All hearing hung in a cave of senses
A prison electrified by my restless fingers
A wound undone nothing can unbrake
A final cut in which I will forsake
In valleys vast born in clouds above
The remnants of my God forgiven love
Just a piece of wire a heart and a knife
2007.
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