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You and me were flowing free
Riding the tides of the Dirac Sea
A source of heat in the cold of space
Separate from all time and place
Dancing through the march of years
To the music of the spheres
The stars will serve as candle light
For us to tumble through the night
Our comet trail burned so bright
It caused the nebulae to ignite
Plunging through eternity
In feverish trajectory
Inseparable in our union
As we orbit in communion
For so tightly we were wound
Our very molecules were bound
Flowing free on the Dirac Sea
A joyous singularity
Pull me into your event horizon
Close your eyes and feel the planets turn
Let us make the music of the heavenly bodies
Past the point of no return
Falling forever in a cosmic cry
As a fiery streak across the sky
Hold me in your arms until
At last once more the Earth is still
Caught in the glow of a gentle star
Let us succumb to the strange charms
Of laws of nature such as these
As we float along the Dirac Sea.
Pen and Crayon Embraces
When the hand you hold is handwritten, cursive kisses stamped in ink
Arrive just like Christmas morning, and spent within a blink
Pen and crayon embraces, so two dimensional, don't satisfy
We'll have to meet in dreams for now, and make a song of you and I.
And when our mayfly time arrives, how famished for it we will be
I promise I'll save room for you, if you save some for me
And when the brief encounter fades and recedes to memory
A recollection of a dream where we walked hand in hand
Fading off into the past the echoes of the band
Remembering how we met once in an old photograph
Sitting crumpled in your coat pocket as you whistle down your path
You will go on your way, and I'll be left to mine
If fate is sweet by chance we'll meet in another time
If we still recognize our old faces
If the moment hasn't fallen into lost and dusty places
Flat forgotten days when we were something more
Than pen and crayon embraces lying in the bottom of a drawer.
on old sanzu - absolutely true fictionlast fall i stole my friend down by the tama river. we sang. we danced. we skipped dead fish like rocks and watched them get swallowed by the undertow. we got sick off of bad chinese food and went skinny-dipping and then a week later she drowned herself.
her uncle was a yakuza, i think, but he really just wanted to be al pacino or something. anyway, she loved him a lot. maybe that’s why she went down the way she went down; cement shoes. not real cement, but it was the same idea. she had two cloth bags with yellow-painted cinderblocks inside, and they were tied to her ankles like the prisoners’ chains from o brother where art thou.
in my mind’s eye i can see her, limping dreadfully close to the edge of the current, her left hand gripping at her breasts through a loose t-shirt. kneeling by the wastelands, elbows in the gravel, crawling forward out into the water. angry like a dermis under wool, all teeth and salt and sand. sleepy, submissive, sublimated.
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