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wytchcroft) wrote2011-07-18 05:19 am
wytchcroft) wrote2011-07-18 05:19 am
(last weather station) Coda
coda
And what, then what – and how many
Were the strings you pulled
To tug the kite clear
From the sky
Cutting close to the curve of the Sea
And we buried it like children
Gleeful with the privilege
Of a funeral in play
Across the waves of the radio
Singing and fluttering
The cold creeps in
To the oldest of bones
- There’s a clang from the door
- And it’s a ragged rusty sound
- Amelia’s broken a nail
A face no longer recognised
Was it ever really mine?
- She could drink herself dry
A person could go crazy between these walls
Between a fancy hotel
Between the reeling memories
Between you and me
And the last weather station
There’s not much difference
In the end.
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just tidied this splinter from the original improv.
And what, then what – and how many
Were the strings you pulled
To tug the kite clear
From the sky
Cutting close to the curve of the Sea
And we buried it like children
Gleeful with the privilege
Of a funeral in play
Across the waves of the radio
Singing and fluttering
The cold creeps in
To the oldest of bones
- There’s a clang from the door
- And it’s a ragged rusty sound
- Amelia’s broken a nail
A face no longer recognised
Was it ever really mine?
- She could drink herself dry
A person could go crazy between these walls
Between a fancy hotel
Between the reeling memories
Between you and me
And the last weather station
There’s not much difference
In the end.
................................
just tidied this splinter from the original improv.
спасибо!