The fascination
is again immediate
it stops me dead
Automaton emotion
sympathy washing over
a feeling of something
out of reach
of privilege
of loss
It's something like
a girl friend I once nearly had
a song I had forgotten
a line from a song
that I always get wrong
a night that I want again
We are stupid
And we'll die
I never reached
an uneasy understanding
Something I cannot describe easily
It feels like a real future
somehow
Dystopian broken and flawed
of course
but even then...
Absolute beauty
the unknown
and dignity in death
dignity and poetry in death
light streaming through
and rain
of course there's rain
there's always rain
huge silences
and behind it all
that music
that music that makes
the future seem now
whatever that means
Doll
Robot
but still pain
still the knowledge
of what the end means
from learned
and invested
memories
so human
more human than possible
already dead
but able to share
the most delicate
honest
and fragile moments
that create guilt
in me
somehow
from somewhere
the link
is the sepia prints
on the piano
and the very essence
the thing that drives
the fascination
is The dove
and those lines
spoken like a king
like a saint
with a wonderful warm heart
full of all of my sadness
somehow
and
The unicorn
reminding me
that it was all
fabricated
by the hand
of man