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klein

many lives hide in my little name

 

for the philosophy of table tennis

 

skin so thick

well, what can you do?

take it travelling

paint yourself out of a corner

 

would you ever say really you had escaped?

 

some under the bed

and some in the cupboard

 

it’s like that Bob Marley song

you’re convincing another skin

running around the dining room table

 

could you ever be sure you were gone?

 

it’s a clean heart hope

and as for soul?

it may not be for us to know

 

but trust

all in the far and forever

sent or went?

you tell me

 

it’s chasing a little white ball

accept the facts as nature

 

go back to being

made joy yourself

 

imagine so innocent

dressups, sleepover

and now the secret has a reason

 

will you come when called?

all bills paid

pants down and show us

not on your life!

 

put away this world

play with another

 

things should have been told

had to find for ourselves

 

one can get into the rhythm of flight

little purple flower

or sit sulking wait

 

it’s like Béla said

the little ball’s trouble

we bat it away

 

kind of juggling you can’t do by yourself

it’s like a bullet, a grenade

hit it back over to the other side

usually it comes back

but what joy when it’s gone

the point’s yours

 

that music makes me

some from a tree to sit and sing

celluloid is a dream

every image etched

a story rolls through light

 

times the silence comes upon us

as of a single sadness made

 

like a bird looks for where the rain went

 

when it’s safe to come out

who will I be?

 

day vanishes where we go

 

even a little one like this

must be new name born

 

happily this is our ever after

 

and the punchline?

might have thought it was all imagined

            and we were fast in own dark then

but no, it’s that we were ghosts

each of us from birth

 

I always knew I’d get to the time

come upon our truth

 

there’s no next year Jerusalem

 

I supply the vastness

 

can go where you like

in the orchard

in the bee spun maze

 

now that we’ve come home