Live
right in front of
You
shu
du
ku
Like a 747 lifting the air beneath your body
volume
an ***** with one key that sounds like 88
though you didn't know anything about the count itself
It was the sense that everything was there
And you cried as if everyone
you
shu
du
ku
knew
had died
you started pointing at each echo
there
did you see it?
you exclaimed
exclaimed
to no one except those you wanted to join you
they would know
they saw it
Like
Youshuduku
That wasn't your name when you arrived
They found you anyway
You didn't know they were looking
it was an arrangement of your feelings
They weren't afraid of the new pattern
what did they have to lose?
It's not as if they considered losing at all
but what if they had?
you see
it doesn't really matter does it?
it's your party now anyway
whether you steal the *****
or the feeling in the air
or stick a brush into a goo of the red stickiness
do it
then trace the path all the way back on your face
don't bother to leave
the doors have no knobs
there is no need for a lock
you haven't decided to leave anyway
because your body is a new kind of a
a new kind of a
kind of a
of a
a
rhythm