speech bubblesAlbums: elephant eyelash (why?)
rain is millions of tiny speech bubbles unused.
the collected breaths of mutes and all our silent exhalations
where we should've put words, or words we had no one to tell,
emptied from clouds like clearing horns spit valves,
coming back to us now to remind us what we meant to say
or that we meant to say something,
coming down and dying in one giant quiet
on the streets and cars, nuzzled like jewels in girls' hair,
on the fake wool collar of my bomber jacket
and on my glasses and feet.
cut 'em deep and weep out loud
just dust and just a hair in your mouth.
you drink and think your tongue is something to shout,
but it's just dust and just a hair in your mouth.
and how these empty breaths reflect the feedback of headlights,
push leaves and coffee cups to lower altitudes and gutters.
rain is confession weather and we become booths of prayer if we let us.
i love this record.
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11:11 11-11-11 I Ascended.
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