Post by artolmaeus on Jan 21, 2022 0:32:59 GMT -6
when the earth folds about me
in the still of an uncomfortable night
when nothing feels good
and a darkness beyond a lack of light falls
it is then a fragment of you shatters the screen
and somewhere between the movie I watch about me
and the me I feel
each helps the other out of the shadows
as but to be touched by one ray of light
and it may be but a beam
and all my paleness may shine
and in that shine
my shoes dance and I cannot fight
my legs move, to the left and to the right
and I feel without words needed
I need you to place but your hand upon me
because I have been ready to be touched
and I have held long into the darkest night
like a wilting leaf oak tree for rain and morning
and it need only be a fingertip
like a sure selection on a jukebox
and I am the song you want to hear
in the vibrations of you elementally
earth water wind and fire is but hollow without life
and surer than Lazarus, you near causes all my funeral bindings to unwind from their long construction
and my lungs draw in like a bellows for the blacksmith's foundry
and melts and pours the metal
into the water again
and tempered with hope
I can cut through all I am under
and I can see you
and you see me
joy to the light that fills my eyes with you
and some little fat fucker's arrow finds it's mark
miracles, I believe in them
and miracles how odd they happen
when an almost effortless force
allows them to occur and I
I am just the bewildered witness
holding you on my hands
and stoned in love and living
with all the struggle and brinksmanship tricks
all trimmed and included in the manifest
written into my heart
in the still of an uncomfortable night
when nothing feels good
and a darkness beyond a lack of light falls
it is then a fragment of you shatters the screen
and somewhere between the movie I watch about me
and the me I feel
each helps the other out of the shadows
as but to be touched by one ray of light
and it may be but a beam
and all my paleness may shine
and in that shine
my shoes dance and I cannot fight
my legs move, to the left and to the right
and I feel without words needed
I need you to place but your hand upon me
because I have been ready to be touched
and I have held long into the darkest night
like a wilting leaf oak tree for rain and morning
and it need only be a fingertip
like a sure selection on a jukebox
and I am the song you want to hear
in the vibrations of you elementally
earth water wind and fire is but hollow without life
and surer than Lazarus, you near causes all my funeral bindings to unwind from their long construction
and my lungs draw in like a bellows for the blacksmith's foundry
and melts and pours the metal
into the water again
and tempered with hope
I can cut through all I am under
and I can see you
and you see me
joy to the light that fills my eyes with you
and some little fat fucker's arrow finds it's mark
miracles, I believe in them
and miracles how odd they happen
when an almost effortless force
allows them to occur and I
I am just the bewildered witness
holding you on my hands
and stoned in love and living
with all the struggle and brinksmanship tricks
all trimmed and included in the manifest
written into my heart
