"My skin is made of stars
that tell me what to do.
Turn on the light. I am a dwarf.
You could love me as an embalmed child
if my legs were not so thick and short.

Your confessions of ignorance
charmed me once upon a time.
Teach me to be happy
you said to everyone in bed.
You bought them an expensive
apple if they tried.

I am a fastidious dwarf. You thought
I could keep you beautiful
with a lamentation. Even now
you are ready to begin again
but I am too busy washing.

I want to tell my past to a doctor
but I want to tell it to a doctor
who does not love the past
who will not say at last. But remember
you are and you are not a dwarf.

Keep the fire. Keep the fire.
Your body is holy.
Do not believe the truth.
The truth is tiny compared
to the things you have to do.
You are long and thin and fair."

- Leonard Cohen, from _The Energy of Slaves_
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