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It's hard to write something happy.
The radio breaks my heart
with a thousand different voices
and less so chord choices.
Smiling figures lament,
on my way down.

Sitting here in my eden,
clutching at words and notes,
melodies and metaphors;
The corpse of a radio behind me,
I draw nothing but blanks.

I am smiling,
My dream clutched in both hands,
resonating.
But a smile is as precious prayer,
And in my eden, serpents abide.