First draft - I wrote this at midnight and now its 12:30.
It's a midnight sort of poem, I think.
paint it
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cross the abyss, make it
nothing
take my heart and paint it
take my namelessness
my namelessness and carve
your mark in it
give this rough wood your,
spread on it the damask perfection of your
careful words
give this steel control your,
all your
rags,
your rags to shiver in
give this iceheart your rags to shiver in
give this silent horn a hollow place to cower in
give this emergent mess a useless mask to pose in
give this lockstockpile a lovesong to live in
give this onceteen a fantasy to drift in
give this dreamer a medium to dream in
paint it
cross the abyss, make it
nothing
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Janet Jackson
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www.arach.net.au/~huxtable/janet
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