You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I looked into my heart to write And found a desert there. But when I looked again I heard Howling and proud in every word The hyena despair.
Great summer sun, great summer sun, All loss burns in trophies; And in the cold sheet of the sky Lifelong the fishlipped lovers lie Kissing catastrophes.
O loving garden where I lay When under the breasted tree My son stood up behind my eyes And groaned: Remember that the price Is vinegar for me.
Great summer sun, great summer sun, Turn back to the designer: I would not be the one to start The breaking day and the breaking heart For all the grief in China.
My one, my one, my only love, Hide, hide your face in a leaf, And let the hot tear falling burn The stupid heart that will not learn The everywhere of grief.
Great summer sun, great summer sun, Turn back to the never-never Cloud-cuckoo, happy, far-off land Where all the love is true love, and True love goes on for ever.
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Best to be rested for that
Oh well
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word
The hyena despair.
Great summer sun, great summer sun,
All loss burns in trophies;
And in the cold sheet of the sky
Lifelong the fishlipped lovers lie
Kissing catastrophes.
O loving garden where I lay
When under the breasted tree
My son stood up behind my eyes
And groaned: Remember that the price
Is vinegar for me.
Great summer sun, great summer sun,
Turn back to the designer:
I would not be the one to start
The breaking day and the breaking heart
For all the grief in China.
My one, my one, my only love,
Hide, hide your face in a leaf,
And let the hot tear falling burn
The stupid heart that will not learn
The everywhere of grief.
Great summer sun, great summer sun,
Turn back to the never-never
Cloud-cuckoo, happy, far-off land
Where all the love is true love, and
True love goes on for ever.