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  so beautiful here," she says,
 "This moment  and this moment, now."
 And I never thought I would find  here:
 Flannel and  my four walls transformed.
 But she's looking at  straight to center,
  room at all for any other thought.
 
 And I know I don't want this, oh, I swear  don't want this.
 There's a reason not to want  but I forgot.
 
 In the  she sleeps on my shoulder,
 Hair falling forward,  all askew.
 Fluorescent  beat their wings overhead:
  missing, we're looking for you."
 And she dreams through the noise,  weight against me,
 Face  into the corduroy grooves.
 
  it means nothing, maybe it means nothing,
 Maybe it means nothing, but I'm afraid  move.
 
 And the words: they're everything and 
  want to search for her in the offhand remarks.
 Who are you, taking coffee,  sugar?
 Who  you, echoing street signs?
 Who are you, the stranger in the shell  a lover,
 Dark curtains drawn by the  of time?
 
 Oh, words, like rain, how  the sound.
 "Well anyway,"  says, "I'll see you around..."