| You will be aware of an absence, presently
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| Growing beside you, like a tree
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| A death tree, color gone, an Australian gum tree
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| Balding, gelded by lightning — an illusion
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| And a sky like a pig’s backside, an utter lack of attention
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| But right now you are dumb
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| And I love your stupidity
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| The blind mirror of it. |
| I look in
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| And find no face but my own, and you think that’s funny
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| It is good for me
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| To have you grab my nose, a ladder rung
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| One day you may touch what’s wrong
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| The small skulls, the smashed blue hills, the godawful hush
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| Till then your smiles are found money |