on the bus this morning, barreling through death's parade*, my 80gig ipod ponied up this song, which i wrote and recorded a decade ago in a pileup of passion—"i take to the air like an osprey, too eager to enter the sky."
Big-top contrapuntal
i switched off random, and lo—the narrative of my falling in with holly—"two stars pulled free of night's embroidery and wandered, bright tandem, the heavens' dark seas."
Sailor
and then the inevitable conflagration at the end—"i tried to make you happy but there just wasn't enough of me."
Falling over us
then of course the self-pity, the dirge—"all my thoughts are burning."
I am blind
and then finally (and this is the actual song order on my last "album," emptyallnothing) enter stephanie. enter hope—"watch her breathing, wonder where she's gone off dreaming, wonder where you are."
Where you are
quite a nostalgic tableau for a tuesday morning. for any morning. i must remember to be grateful. i must not fall prey to the heave and drop of my brain's frantic oscillations. we must breathe.
* autumn.
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