(no subject)
Despite the big white noise, the rain speaking hollowly onto the roof,
The new perfume of a new friend,
An emptiness is paramount. The big black yawning the many years
Have proved is impossible to ever fully ignore.
It’s true I play the music loud and hope for feeling to pass through bone
And flesh like a shockwave.
It’s true I can appear heroic for ten minutes at a time. But how can we
Look headlong at the decades and not be
Drained of blood and hope that there might be some divining reason to
Any of this. How can we not be alone.
The new perfume of a new friend,
An emptiness is paramount. The big black yawning the many years
Have proved is impossible to ever fully ignore.
It’s true I play the music loud and hope for feeling to pass through bone
And flesh like a shockwave.
It’s true I can appear heroic for ten minutes at a time. But how can we
Look headlong at the decades and not be
Drained of blood and hope that there might be some divining reason to
Any of this. How can we not be alone.