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so what if i said the world was made of diamonds
you would lie and say you believed me, but you wouldnt
it a shed, full of tools and scrapes of wood and broken mirrors
a dried-up scab wrinkled and worn from the pavement and the scrapes

of the diamonds that is
shes one of mood rings and where the wild things are
desperate for a one night stand in a coal mine
and the charcoal hands would roughly brush over her silken cheek
and it hardens

and the diamonds

they melt

but without fail the mud slings off of the broken pieces
some of it lies hardened at the end of the shovel
or in the crevices of the tractor wheels

the hub caps

you can see yourself in them
perfectly
through the fingerprints and grease stains

i know you can
i know only because ive searched
and the tool shed's roof may collapse where the miner sought shelter

and then he is lost
with diamonds in hand
the resedue of silken cheek against his leathery knuckles

yeah
yeah he can dream alright
its oay to dream
she smiles to him and places a mud pie in his hand that he smears over his treasure

it ignites his soul

it would do that to everyone
if we all had diamonds

and felt the intense desire
to hide them in the muck

but in the much we find shelter and we find silk

and there lie the shovels

to dig
and dig
and dig

the diamonds have turned to coal