Winter Solstice

(início)

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Winter solstice, the earth open wide
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with a heart crushed like footsteps in snow
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(((fictitious persons disclaimers implied
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to all listening from rooftops below)))
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it had rained and the air was like perfume outside
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as the sky changed
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we began when the ground was still dry
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planting vineyards where vineyards don’t grow
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shaping cypress with pitch on both sides
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for the nights when our trumpets won’t blow
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that regret still there circling like vultures inside
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as your face changed?
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They don’t stay inside.
(there but for Thy grace go I...)
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through the eyes of machines we viewed immaculate scenes
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that had already passed me by
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all the stars on the ground, Noah’s ark in the clouds
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set sail in the flood of my mind,
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the other animals drowned in blasphemous towns
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and asked as they passed me by
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“was to do as I please a European disease?”
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Winter solstice, the earth open wide
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with a mouth closed and face carved like stone
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dressed the dawn in the air drawn designs
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as the sounds rose in waveforms unknown
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and you smile but your vampire complexion still shows
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so the past goes.
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August 3rd, all the earth had closed down,
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so with breastplates of righteousness low
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searched for streams in the caves underground
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where the Baptists and bootleggers go
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when the sun hits Deer Flat your reflection still shows
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and your past shows.
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It’s really all that shows
(so often unrecognizably so)
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We gave up on our dreams for those projected on screens
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that had already passed me by
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with further suffering found in our insufferable sounds
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and the thought in the back of my mind:
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“does my misery feed a metaphysical need
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that’s long since passed me by,
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neither reasoning why
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nor offering reply?”