St. Clarity

I close my eyes but it's too bright, The darkness is too bright Your unintentionally in-fectious unwillingness to live Can anyone hug me for as long as my heart mends and Wanna live again. Drop your fetishes, Drop your desires, Can you view me as your dog? Can you give love to me like the people who wave at passing trains People who wave at passing trains Can you smile at me like the ones that mamas give to babies? like the ones that mamas give to babies Unintentionally infectious unwillingness to live I am willing to give you my willingness to live and give my heart to you, to me It’s to me to you, from me to you, from me to you to me Even if I don’t speak you-lian, would you still talk to me? Great artists think in terms of percepts and effects, rather than concepts, rather than concepts The text is organized in quasi-musical fashion. Send me the manuscript to me, whom I was intrigued by the book Delighted with attention, delighted with attention Oh, Clarita give me clarity, Clarita give me clarity Nothing but clarity Clarita give me clarity, Clarita give me clarity Clarita gave me nothing but --- Hold me tight, and don’t be humanizing my peculiar identity Hole would be something, but there was not a thing at all nothing but things Born small, it grows its crease, is this a simple phase? It breaks. It leaks, I don’t know what to do. Ooooo Only to make sure I get to be there once in a while I might as well just call it a good life And camouflage into the universal goal of Life of happiness and satisfying graphs Something I don’t have to explain Some place I don’t have to make sense Someone with whom I can just be safe (A), I can be safe Perhaps my therapist might help me, I don’t feel safe Because you are a human, and I am a human Can you be a little spider? Can I be a little kitten? Can you be a flying pigeon? Can I be a tiny ladybug? Can I play another instrument? Can I sing in a different voice, Think in a different brain different voice, think in a different brain, Maybe I can stop thinking like me Steal your heart so I can steal the world where you live in I’m afraid if this song ends, my world ends, too. I’m afraid if this song ends, my world ends, too. But it’s only the end of the world, not a death in a family There's song has to This song has to end Drop your fetishes. Drop your desires Can you view me as your dog? Can you view me as your dog? written in the middle of November 2025. words in progress.