Forever I’m drinking,
In your beauty and twinkling,
Eyes that unblinking-ly,
Fashion dead-pan.
With only a niggling,
Of nerves shot and tingling,
I still love our mingling,
My delve and your span.
I have not that inkling,
Of a clue or new wrinkling,
To space curved and winking,
In multiple strand.
By the fabric that’s crinkling,
In the warp and the kinking,
I’m not an unthinking,
Invisible man.
Invisible man! Invisible man!
No stamp without inking,
An invisible man!
Though my chains are unlinking,
I still hear them clinking.
As all cats are slinking,
To your heat and demand.
And at the core of my quickening,
I’ll not fade out, sickening.
I’m not your diminishing,
Invisible man.
Invisible man! Invisible man!
It’s not my love that’s shrinking;
I’m not your unthinking,
Invisible man!
Invisible man! Invisible man!
Though I know I am sinking,
In this garbage world, stinking.
I’m not your unthinking,
Invisible man!
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