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The Alarm

Six o'clock sunrise
Sees its rays are leaking through
Ten thousand legs entangled lie
Asleep as quiet as the dead
And the million lonely more
Dream the same for them is true
	But the hundred children that are spawned tonight
	Are dreaming not just yet
	Hovering over the indigo sea...
	(the alarm goes off instead)
Blinking eyes, again the dreaming dies
In the morning comes the menstuating sun
Eating eggs and drinking milk
The tables have all been laid
Standing up stiff, straight, strech, flex,
The labor has almost begun
	But the impatient mechanics of the turning world
	Don't wait for the dawn behind the eye
	Slipping all the while into Mother Night's smile
	Spilling life between the red lips of this maid
		Lovers lay
		They're auto-mating
		Skin-thick away
		People in the making
		Lover's lay
		Like clockwork auto-mating
		Set the alarm, dear
And the day-tape plays the same song as yesterday's
Few dancers ever dance it in any different ways
But (h)ours are the seconds and the minutes of the record
And the rest is just a hole in the measure
How pants the night, the black bitch but breathes
And we harken to her breast like her litter
	But on their own beds young men turn at night
	Trading their dreams for fantasies
	And all of their joy for delight
	Suck the vision-laced milk as it drips from the stars
	While clock hands vulture-circle the ever-gesture
		
		Of give and take

I have seen the sky
And I have seen the earth
Breathing our lives like water and light
Our breeding eyes like wombs
Spreading our arms as if they were legs
Letting the world come inside

And the long, hard day
Pushes its way
Into the moist, wide, open night
Where glass and steel
With soft ideal
Are mating somewhere
Out of sight
				
		Lovers lay
		They're auto-mating
		Skin-thick away
		People in the making
		Lover's lay
		Like clockwork auto-mating
		Set the alarm, dear