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June 18, 2014
tonight i am old again by Mercury-the-Queen reads like a bad trip's time dilation, yet, as the suggester says, it is "so real and so tender". Strength and weakness meet in the shift from a child's perspective to an adult one.
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Literature Text
tomorrow morning i will be
two again and scared of the shadows.
i will be two again and i will not
look out the window unless you are
holding my hand,
i will be two again and my father will
be the biggest man on earth again
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen, i am
holding the world in my chest and it is
beating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)
china digs a pattern in my backbone and i
am red red red red
i am a communist daughter and
the trains to shanghai will leave something
to be desired
i am eighteen, i am
all the life in the world
stacked around a schoolruined spine
and the world moves softly and she
touches me gently with her face
and then slides away.
tomorrow morning i will be
five again and i will be happy,
i will be five again and i will not
look at my body the way my mother looks at her body,
i will be five again
and people will just be pretty, people will just be
"beautiful,"
tomorrow morning
people will just be
people
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen and money is more important than love
so when they pull up in their cars i'll get in
and forget that my body has a heart, too,
tonight i am eighteen and
i'll forget that i am a person, too.
tomorrow morning i'll be sixteen again
and scared of taxes
i'll be sixteen again and scared of time
and the wind will scare me and the trees will scare me
and my heart beat-beating in my chest
will scare me,
i'll be sixteen again and
the adult world will scare me
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen and mental illness has a colour scheme
i am all the life in the world
crammed into an experimental capsule
(first time's free)
i am eighteen and the world
is soft and dark and
i lick the corners and they smile up at me
tonight i am eighteen, and i am
eighty-five,
and i am tired,
and i am worn,
and i am
unafraid.
two again and scared of the shadows.
i will be two again and i will not
look out the window unless you are
holding my hand,
i will be two again and my father will
be the biggest man on earth again
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen, i am
holding the world in my chest and it is
beating like a heart (well then it must be my heart)
china digs a pattern in my backbone and i
am red red red red
i am a communist daughter and
the trains to shanghai will leave something
to be desired
i am eighteen, i am
all the life in the world
stacked around a schoolruined spine
and the world moves softly and she
touches me gently with her face
and then slides away.
tomorrow morning i will be
five again and i will be happy,
i will be five again and i will not
look at my body the way my mother looks at her body,
i will be five again
and people will just be pretty, people will just be
"beautiful,"
tomorrow morning
people will just be
people
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen and money is more important than love
so when they pull up in their cars i'll get in
and forget that my body has a heart, too,
tonight i am eighteen and
i'll forget that i am a person, too.
tomorrow morning i'll be sixteen again
and scared of taxes
i'll be sixteen again and scared of time
and the wind will scare me and the trees will scare me
and my heart beat-beating in my chest
will scare me,
i'll be sixteen again and
the adult world will scare me
but tonight i am eighteen, i am
eighteen and mental illness has a colour scheme
i am all the life in the world
crammed into an experimental capsule
(first time's free)
i am eighteen and the world
is soft and dark and
i lick the corners and they smile up at me
tonight i am eighteen, and i am
eighty-five,
and i am tired,
and i am worn,
and i am
unafraid.
Literature
I wanted to grow old with you
I wanted to grow old with you:
turn grey and fade away, subdued.
To walk with you through all the years
and face, as one, our darkest fears.
We'd burn too brightly for this Earth
and share in sorrow and in mirth;
to each the other's soul would bare
and twice the love, at once, declare.
For each would know the other's mind
and there a perfect solace find;
we would be two, though as one known –
discrete though merged & mingled grown.
I wanted to grow old, it's true:
turn grey and fade to dust with you.
Literature
An Old August
I watch you
cutting strawberries
in the amber afternoon,
sun on its midway
to autumn;
you won't let me help
because secretly
only half of them
make it to the bowl.
I smile back
at your playful eyes
because
you know.
It feels like
an old August,
in my stomach
some sort of sadness
some sort of joy.
Last night's thunderstorm
has left the ocean agitated,
wildly
beautiful.
Life is nothing
but a vacant place, today
and we shall
let it be,
let the world
wait for us, today.
Cross legged
on my piano bench,
I play for the cat
a winter Debussy
she's happy,
I could tell
she smiles.
Literature
I'll Never Grow Tired
Tonight I'm going to stop you
on the porch, we'll stand toe to toe
the way we used to when
the pulse that thrummed
quick and strong through our veins
sang out our young, unbridled hope.
Our eyes will meet and,
just like the first time,
I'll take a moment to run my fingers
through your shining thoughts and
caress the sharp lines of your mind.
I'll lean forward and press my lips onto
the the flower-petal curve of your self-expression,
and that will be enough for you
to take me by the hand
and lead me up the stairs.
In the soft moonlight that filters through
the trees and our gauzy curtains
I'll unbutton your fears and slip them
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I know what this is. This is one heck of a masterpiece. Mind: blown. This is seriously insanely genius and stunning.