The Wanderer
Kid A
"ava inferno"
we measure their reluctance
--the simmering of air over a hot pavement
in that glimmer of wretch
as they see a vulnerable world
slipping away from their thorns
and that not so naked flesh of ethereal ash,
seeps inside them like rain to a flower
Their translucence is beaming
as They trickle in waves off the sun
those twisted wings...
they never diminish the depths that you sink
bullets encrypted in your spine---
as are the tears in Their skin
inflections of pain and joy
They will stretch out in peace
like blankets of flowers in spring
petals you scattered,
sprinkling over -- a heaven scent
*and now you are like paper in a fire
gloom is only a memory -- of what's to come
what you've lost is still before you,
the cracking of hopes, like sea shells' hiss,
strewn out to sea
beautifully broken
left to be
given and free
buried in the blonde earthscape
washed till the colours fade
if you still don't feel it
you will as They make their way
thru the bEND in the sky
to collect the fragments,
or whatever is left of your soul
see Their souls
ascending thru your solar abyss...
as you spiral down
to fill the void
-------
To get back up to the shining world from there
...I went into that hidden tunnel;
And following its path, we took no care
To rest, but climbed--so far,
Through a round aperture I saw appear
Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears
Where we came forth, and once more saw stars.
-Dante
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 09-27-2001).]
we measure their reluctance
--the simmering of air over a hot pavement
in that glimmer of wretch
as they see a vulnerable world
slipping away from their thorns
and that not so naked flesh of ethereal ash,
seeps inside them like rain to a flower
Their translucence is beaming
as They trickle in waves off the sun
those twisted wings...
they never diminish the depths that you sink
bullets encrypted in your spine---
as are the tears in Their skin
inflections of pain and joy
They will stretch out in peace
like blankets of flowers in spring
petals you scattered,
sprinkling over -- a heaven scent
*and now you are like paper in a fire
gloom is only a memory -- of what's to come
what you've lost is still before you,
the cracking of hopes, like sea shells' hiss,
strewn out to sea
beautifully broken
left to be
given and free
buried in the blonde earthscape
washed till the colours fade
if you still don't feel it
you will as They make their way
thru the bEND in the sky
to collect the fragments,
or whatever is left of your soul
see Their souls
ascending thru your solar abyss...
as you spiral down
to fill the void
-------
To get back up to the shining world from there
...I went into that hidden tunnel;
And following its path, we took no care
To rest, but climbed--so far,
Through a round aperture I saw appear
Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears
Where we came forth, and once more saw stars.
-Dante
[This message has been edited by The Wanderer (edited 09-27-2001).]
