In the next world I discovered
a hovel where a naked I writes with a nail
There you're as small as zero, a hole in the wall
the mouse goes in
with a whorl of cheese
for the littlest glass-cutter to eat
To paint one's rose means a life in that place
and on the thorny path outside
one cathedral is equal to the sky
from Goodbye Post Office Square
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