sometimes, it's the songs without words, the ones that slip silently beneath the undercurrent, that will seek you out,
that will sing you the terrible story of crows to mend your heart, that will whisper what no one will tell you because it's your soul manifest, it's your heart reaching out --
they open themselves slowly, but you have to be careful with them; you have to look
at them from afar, and bow, and maybe then, she will open her mouth to you, where not words but wisteria lie, where not passion but pain rest, where everything raw and immaterial pours out in the haze and panic of devolution in the chaos of the earth and skies and all that suffers in between where in the center of the swirling mass amidst the high cries of sorrow and love will be her
and just,
her ,
some songs will move you, shift the light through you, shift the pedestal of surety and blow it right away.
some songs will obliterate you, but most will hold you.
and when they'll release you, you will fall, and it will be so glorious and so terrifying that you will become a god in the storm and you will know, truly know, then, what it is like to be immortal, to be unhurt and untouched, unmoored and unbridled, impossible against the possibilities of a mortal existence.
you will deify.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 5:30 PM UTC
sometimes, it's the songs without words, the ones that slip silently beneath the undercurrent, that will seek you out,
that will sing you the terrible story of crows to mend your heart, that will whisper what no one will tell you because it's your soul manifest, it's your heart reaching out --
they open themselves slowly, but you have to be careful with them; you have to look
at them from afar, and bow, and maybe then, she will open her mouth to you, where not words but wisteria lie, where not passion but pain rest, where everything raw and immaterial pours out in the haze and panic of devolution in the chaos of the earth and skies and all that suffers in between where in the center of the swirling mass amidst the high cries of sorrow and love will be her
and just,
her ,
some songs will move you, shift the light through you, shift the pedestal of surety and blow it right away.
some songs will obliterate you, but most will hold you.
and when they'll release you, you will fall, and it will be so glorious and so terrifying that you will become a god in the storm and you will know, truly know, then, what it is like to be immortal, to be unhurt and untouched, unmoored and unbridled, impossible against the possibilities of a mortal existence.
you will deify.
