Now I’ve said too many things, as pensive as an apiary br Of afflicted numbers, br And now I question the space between our bodies, and how br To rush through that space to find you: br There you are another night as brown as your rabbits in the br Clutches of his abusive arms, br And I don’t want to think of you too long there, or I will walk br To your house again and sleep on your br Roof: br I will pretend that it is another Christmas and slip treats through br The windows of your children, br So that they might love me, even though I know I can never br Take the place of their father: br There are still other ships to sail, and the burning grottos br Lactating on the missing shores; br Maybe you have sisters there who you cannot yet remember, br But let me take you to them, br And then we can all drive to Orlando and spend a happy br Weekend at Disney World.