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The men gave me back my papers Because they cannot not harm me anymore They said I could read the words But would not understand them “Corpses without fingerprints Locked doors and black helicopters Searchlights from the sky Human traffic in cargo containers Cities drowning in tar Deserts crisscrossed by cyclone fences A constant low buzzing And somebody laughing from far away “My walls have all grown eyes And my steps are fettered by wires “And then it appears The final, grand absurdity A great, silent heart Sprouting vein-trees and capillary branches Rendered obsolete And spinning lonely through the ice” The men took their needles and entered my mind And they sutured up the bad thoughts They say that it was for the best But I know that part of me is missing now