Imagine they could cut
open your mind slice it
paper thin, number and
bind each page to stack
among the dusty tomes
waiting for some gentle
hand to come and prise
it open just so tenderly
long after you are gone
letting loose angels and
demons, setting virgins
and every prisoner free
as Adam running naked
from paradise speaks in
tongues, lifts his voice
in Songs of Innocence



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