powerful scrytched piece today, that speaks so well and touches so deeply that for a moment, i thought… but then i reminded myself… impossible. remember? poisoned arrows and disdain. remember? if you don’t, just touch the bandages.
yes. i remember. and no, you’re right. impossible. admitted. accepted. all the same, even if a different voice, still, a beautiful piece. as much as i intend to use it, for now, i can only light a candle and set it gently before it… here… and then, leave it a time.
until i can bear to read it again.
in all the heavens beyond bliss
no higher power lives as this
you and me, which one dreams
whispers wind up even sleeping
leafdrip spinsweet take your time
take all there is in this old sky
stonedew miner slip sips wide
ticklish river, swirling, sighs
upon the wall ten thousand heads
glass eyes blind past minds blank
no threads will screw them on again
you and me could only be courting
awake and breathe in joy today
se que tu sabes que yo se (that you know i am/exist)
awake and breathe and fly tomorrow
dying sunlight steals through sorrow
send the wagons, rescue, trauma
ecoute, matchko, samba, rhumba