No matter what the grief, its weight,
we are obliged to carry it.
We rise and gather momentum, the dull strength
that pushes us through crowds.
And then the young boy gives me directions
so avidly. A woman holds the glass door open,
waiting patiently for my empty body to pass through.
All day it continues, each kindness
reaching toward another—a stranger
singing to no one as I pass on the path, trees
offering their blossoms, a child
who lifts his almond eyes and smiles.
Somehow they always find me, seem even
to be waiting, determined to keep me
from myself, from the thing that calls to me
as it must have once called to them—
this temptation to step off the edge
and fall weightless, away from the world.
Dorianne Laux (1994)
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The scarey version.
Be interested in Samantha and Jesse's take on this.
Extra texture: King Crimson's Lizard
Got the Steven Wilson redux version on vinyl this week from
Spellbound Wax Company (of Gisborne - you should check them out - excellent personal service and great prices).
Prince Rupert Awakes, with Jon Anderson from Yes on vocals, is a revelatory experience.
