You wrung out the washcloth/ The water is gone Your prize for explaining is a dried-up sponge I collected the drain hair from my tub When I let out the water did I let out love? I'm just spinning again, spinning trying to put my finger on it I know what your problem is/ You always see both sides This leads to indecision/ Gives you paradox pride An oval never fit inside a round hole Integration is the cross of your Gemini soul She's just spinning again, spinning trying to put her finger on it Two eyes, not the same shape/Twins play while I wait Two eyes, not the same shape/ Twins play while I nervously await some symmetry The man on the trapeze will stand and arrive But it's the curve of the swing that gets the audience quiet I may know this and still put on my fashion show of lust The cleverness of my newest lines shows my ignorance