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[sourmash]

destroying the telephone, burn my guitar
squeeze blood from a microphone
my magnified heart
is a telescope
radio
a signal, a sign
just because it's intangible doesn't make it sublime
'cause you can't see a curse
and you can't read the worst of it
a diary entry you probably rehearsed
and then wrote it impeccably
too clear to be true
i keep stories and pictures, not secrets from you
and you laugh like an audience, don't stay for the curtain
i bow, i'm magnificent
these lines that i've learned
a script and direction, a parking lot play
this crowd of pedestrians watch everyday
and they know the whole story, the plot doesn't change
but some folks think passion is out of their range
so they'd rather be acrobats, rather be freaks
with blood on their chins from the roses they eat
while strangers behind them hold onto the leash
a half-dozen hands dictating the beat
their clapping is courteous, there's rhythm and time
a photograph smile's not enough to remind me
of happiness loneliness love and neglect
some future of promise i've learned not to expect
there's a calling and purpose
sometimes small but sincere
i can't write it out slowly
the ink might disappear
but your arms are an ambulance
and confusion is right
so i'll take this sad circumstance
from under your knife
and pray that it's possible, pray for that life
lift up this antenna
and point it towards a light i can't see.