how much does it hurt, my dear?

tell me the number of aches in your bones,

take a tally of the pains that run through your veins;

count them up, let me know

and i’ll pick you a flower for each one —

for each pain have a posy,

a cascade of daffodils and daisies.

tell me, my dear — how much does it hurt?

i’ll point out enough stars to cover your scars,

a burst and a blaze in the night.

your arms (once a war-zone)

now painted alight with luminous spheres,

the plasma now dancing and ebbing.

how much does it hurt, my dear?

tell me — and i’ll tell you, too.

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