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Aug 2010
O, I stood on my two feet,
As I watched down the street,
Everyone--
Artists of War,
Typewriter Virgins,
Everyone--
On the Edge,
On the Verge,
Naked insects,
Laughing, screaming,
A ****** freakout,
Flooding Heaven's drains and alleys,
And I'm cowering here,
Cowering at the Lord,
Holy roads,
Holy turns,
Whoah Lord--
The steam,
Rising and Time between,
Crashing,
The Eye
Of the Great Plummet.
Whoah Lord!
Blind me,
Show me the way,
Don't you know how hard it is?
Drag me across the Universe,
Past the roaches and smokers,
Past the path of memory--
Past the God of Gods,
Let me hold on.
I've seen it all--
I thought I did--
The Clouds speaking backwards,
Aphrodite raised her head,
Can't see what I said,
Can't kick,
Can't scream,
Blown out of my head.

I listened only to Terror
From each mountain peak,
Odes and rages
And killings and gardens,
Down the edge of the waters--
Down trees and trails--
Vertigo struck me;
"Here I was born, and Here I had died."

My flesh and branches reached,
The traffic and moon had all been breached,
Storming down
The foggy bright lights,
Joyrides along veins,
Riots along thoughts,
**** along trembles
And speech and Love,
Nowhere to Dream,
For Vision
or Living.

The Men with Guns,
The Riders
and Storms,
Closing one thousand eyes,
Closing one thousand souls,
Under the Symbols
And Leading Men--
Dark, tall--
In a starry alignment,
Alignment of Cosmos,
Of the Sea,
Of the staggering things,
Bestridden, frames,
All around in window panes,
Touching sparkling spiraling
I wipe my eyes,
I go numb at the
Vertigo of steel and flesh and fur
Vertigo of strings and Angels
I need someone to Love,
Someone to feel my pain.

I'll keep you with me,
My heart going like mad,
I'll keep you with me,
When lonely and when sad.

I can't live
Live on my own
O, simmering, breaching
Reaching the pale vines,
Vines of Life and Death
And Eyes and Black
I can't be on my own
Not against the wide-eyed
Cities, cold and blossoming
Kissing the tips
Of Mountains and Fathers
Of all the Flags
Of the World
Of War and Peace
O Something's trying
To hold me back,
O Please,
Whoah Lord!
O God!
Rest me,
Bury me
In the lights and paint,
In the sand and dances
In the Living and Loving
In the moonlight
In Grace.

Let me,
Let me be swept,
Touched and livid,
Everything vivid,
Let me,
Let me breathe
Let me leave.

Let me see the way
Written by
Rondu McPhee
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