Move (September 5, 1981)

A woman weeps
Her thoughts jumbled photographs
Images scattered in blizzards
The sound too loud inside
Shouting voices
Monotonously repeated phrases
Out of control
Tempted to put an arm around her
Carry her back to this somber world
Wherein pleasure is a small rich dessert
After the deadly entræes of this day
Want to erode her sadness
Feel the salt of her tears in my mouth
Evaporate the clouds
Rekindle her will

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