

May 2, 2002 - at yr 12 campI seek the solace of Sad chords Dischord Of empty silences And diminishing sustain Of choirs in my brain Of echoes of resounding bands Of quartets in my mind Give me strength to- Persist Resist Persist Persist Abstain, but I retain The final dying fall The final crying chordMay 2, 2002 - at yr 12 camp


She SaysSHE SAYSShe Says
"Like butter in the air" and the words leap joyful And glistening from her lips like children into the ocean In the afternoon sunlight and remain Suspended before sunset in the room Weakening, gyrating, dissolving all But the warmth beneath the soles of our feet
And running and falling to Springwood They chase eachother's tails on the train platform while their truth, Beauty and jocularity form and incongruous blur
They surge and hum along the lines all the way to the station, They arc and burst across the sunset-blue Sky above Hazelbrook Piz


ThenAnd then she turns and she's sudden and up-close in soft focus and she's looking with all the rays, the heaven-beautiful of the sunset behind and the heaven-beautiful of the day behind and the heaven-beautiful that's comin' from behind her light-smattered eyes is beamin' out and you just sit there, you freeze there heartandbodyandsoulandmindandeverything all concrete and bound in the moment and you don't give a damn about nothing and she knocks you over like the perfect music you only hear in gusts and barrelled like she's a dumper and gaspin' for air because it's you she's looking at with mist and choirs and it's you she's pointed that heaveThen
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