Is full of activity.
Cuts slowly healing,
Stresses introduced and receding…
Friends appearing and disappearing and
Wonderful things coming and…
A walk through the cemetery makes it all too clear
Lord knows what horrors occurred in every abandoned
Castle during its final days.
And some people die peaceful deaths
Surrounded by lovers.
While I turn memories into copies of copies,
So too does this world.
Visceral historical accounts become
Distant things impatiently memorized.
In the end,
All of reality comes crashing back in.
In the end,
We can’t keep the weather out of our house;
We can’t wear coats and pants and shoes outside;
Death rushes into us and destroys everything.
A human life is very precious.
There are so many possibilities.
There are wise people inviting us into their homes
And there’s endless opportunity for artists…
Best not take it too seriously, or lightly…
So much can be transmitted among people…
And how beautiful our own song is!
It’s clearest in early memories
When the world was still
When we could see the whole thing and premonition
What was about to come.
We heard the song as we were lead inside.
Maybe the wise can lead us back to that way