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Take a seat, half a seat, Mrs. Married
Mr. Multiply, divide
This information in between you
Like a gift, a lost and found, burgeoning
Wallet full of spiders
Your child has the heart
The heart of a poet
But we have ways
Of correcting that now
Have a light, not that kind
Of a light – you can’t smoke
This kind of fire
The lizard clothes: you must dispose,
Leave collapsed, silver foil by the basin
An egg a day will slowly make the morning birds
All sing the same
Your child has the heart
The heart of a poet
But we have ways
Of correcting that now
You’re not alone, Mrs. Stone, Mr. Stone,
You’re only stones in deed and in thinking
And you’ll confuse the light ascending
For all of your sinking
So have a word, half a word
You’re half of him, he’s half of her
And form one collision
This is where the love is made
And it will feel
Like a surgeon's incision
Your child has the heart
The heart of a poet
But we have ways
Of correcting that now
Yes, we have ways
Of correcting that now
