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She brings the green leaf from the stone,
from solid rock, clear water running,
and where she walks, frogs leap from puddles
and pee on anybody who picks them up.
She brings the rain from exhausted skies,
from dry slate deep rivers flowing,
and where she wanders, earthworms burrow,
and die, and make more earthworms.
And I'm stuck like glue to higher-order dimensions,
nanomachines, time travel, superconductivity,
tachyons, and antigravity gizmos.
Check it out: I can't cry, can't mourn the dead,
no matter how much I want to,
but when she touches my mulelike intellect,
I see the real world hiding.
Her antigravity holds her up,
her tachyons take her back in time,
to wait in quantum states of grace
for poor dumb fools like me.
The many rivers of her tears
flow through the many deserts
as she mourns the dead and whacks
the heads of poor dumb fools like me.
And I'm stuck like glue to strange dark futures
and things that no one ever thinks about,
and I'm thankful that she comes sometimes,
to visit me on my good days,
because she brings the green leaf from the stone,
from solid rock, clear water running,
and where she walks,
frogs leap from puddles
and pee on anybody who picks them up.
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