miracle
what a good, — that you are
what a marvel, — that I am
of the miracle you are
of the happening I am
like colors that never met
one too high, — one too low
yet identical, yet chess mate
yet you, yet doppelgΓ€nger
by her
«She got a poet's spirit. She burns among the clouds. She never stops believing. She only dreams out loud. There's a jackpot on the dresser. She's smiling in the glass, and if you need to kiss her... don't forget your stash. And she gives it away. And you're fascinated by her. And she does it again with simple and brilliant desire, and she gives it away, and you're fascinated by…by her. She wears a million colors. There are rainbows on her soles. She got a sign above her that says, "I'm never growin' old"... You're askin' her to dance now, she spins a solid white light. She gonna' make love to you today, today, and every night. And she gives it away. And you're fascinated by her. Then she does it again with a simple and brilliant desire. And she gives it away, and you're fascinated by…by her, by her. She may be waiting 'round the corner of your mind, but still, you know she's there, you can...