If you fail to see a problem,
(which I find hard to believe)
Or if you're hanging on form branches licking
honey from the leaves you say
"the hopelessness of living, the childishness
of suicide!"
But there's a call to love my brother that can
never be destroyed however much you talk.
However much you talk you make a certain
sense.

It's still only stupid talk.
However much I strut around.
However loud I sing the shining one inside me
won't say anything.

Oh to want one thing!
Purity of the heart is to want one thing.

You'll remind me that I said you were a quiet
bed in all my noise to rest.

Well I was charming you at best.
And you remember, dear, when I said
"My coming here was like a terrible fall!"
As we crept like thieves along your bedroom
hall.

I'd come down and touch your eyelids, but if
you stay up too late I'll throw you back into
the cupboard with the chipped and dirty plates
like the carnival game with the bottleneck and
rubber ring.

Even if you win, even then you don't win.
All I want is to want one thing.