Don't box down to the little box Which supposedly contains everything Your star and all other stars Empty yourself In her emptiness Take two nails out of her And give them to the owners To eat Make a hold in her middle And stick on your clapper Fill her with blueprints And the skin of her craftsmen And trample on her with both feet Tie her to a cat's tail And chase the cat Don't bow down to the little box If you do You'll never straighten yourself out again
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