Even if no exchange happens and isolation
Of our souls remain in tact
One day you’ll know
This letter will burn your eyes to slivers
Years in advance you have scheduled your desires
Following the etchings and sketches of your brain
Maps, closely watched trains
One day, one unscheduled stop, a moment of evil clarity
Will bring you back the knowledge of today, of now
Your prey is easily caught in the net of class
Charm, laughter, laps of fun, dead fish netting this eve
This catch, might you admit a slight remorse, not by any chance
And clearly state to the winds listening – my heart was taken
As a fable attempt to clear the path you made
Unable to return, you are frozen still
One moment will melt the debris surrounding the wall
The ways of the world are as clear as a summer day in the Basque country
Water and earth, mud comes undone sliding
And sticking to the keyhole and your fingers
And sticking to the keyhole and your fingers
Again and again you try to fit the key into the hole
Slide after slide, try after try
Slide after slide, try after try
Cannot, it will not cave to your will
To your whim, not at this time
How effortlessly you discard, disarm, and ignore
Your own, theirs and everyone’s dreams
For when you are old and bitter, comfortably swaying in your wrinkles
Sif* in a lovely wooden garden swing
Sif* in a lovely wooden garden swing
This only weighs in when you are cold
Whether above or in the ground
One day you shall be of the know, of the now.
12.13.2010
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