All these mercurials are jumping beans inside my head. Like a fantastic puzzle with pieces scattered, if I could just scoop them together into one tidy bundle, find the connections and label them, one lovely corner of one of the greatest mysteries could be understood. Mandorla, psyche, anima...
Photograph I Want To Let My Animal Heart Love What It Loves from Andrea Galluzzo's series, Know Myself In All My Parts
The Glove - Like an Animal
One mile in the air that's where she lives
Her body looks so thin and pink and small
Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands
And swallowing her fingers as they fall
Two people dance on the edge
Three of us push them away
There's nowhere to go
We're all in this
But nothing can hurt us at all
Fight her all you want you'll never win
Couldn't we just once leave her in bed
Let the dry air cut her happy throat
Hide her heart and lose her happy head
First I was a murderer then I was a saint
Now I live on stolen time
Twist and run like paint
Like an animal
Tuesday in the sun
Nothing could be worse
Not now not ever not anymore...
Saturday, August 21, 2010
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