«I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it.

But I didn't, not really. Only the smudgeness of it;

The pink slippered, all-containered, semi-precious

Eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes

Be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather

Luxurious idea. Because it's the halves that halve you

In half, I didn't know, don't know about the in-betweens;

The gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.»