This is the original:
I. WITH THESE PIECES
tear along these dotted lines
with these pieces
do what you will
I would not have you
be lonely
I have not lost
my sense
of humor
having never felt such heat
I am at odds with this
burning
still coping
with this smoldering
ache
break
consider this
to be
my imitation of birgsong
an invitation to let me
steal
your loneliness
touching
talk
touching
I am better
doing better doing better
consider this
your name here
II. YOUR NAME HERE
consider this
tear along these dotted lines
with these pieces of such heat
do what you will I am still
I would not have you burning
I have not lost my sense
having never felt
your loneliness
I am at odds with this smoldering
consider this an invitation
do what you will
I would not consider this
still...
such heat! smoldering...burning!
talk better
touch better
I am at odds touching your loneliness
I am talking with these pieces
you have to
let me
with these pieces of birdsong
I am an invitation
consider this
my imitation
of your loneliness
consider burning
this
you have
such heat
with this talking
with this touching
I am
burning
with these pieces
I am
coping
still
I would not
consider this
to be better
I have not
your name
your loneliness
be lonely
at odds
burning of birdsong
having not felt better
I would not steal
to be better
consider this ache
an invitation
consider this
break your loneliness