Saturday, April 8, 2017
i had a chance with them alone at one of the few small buildings in the area.
"be very careful of them," they said.
i couldn't reply because i knew they were right, but i also cared about the other ones deeply.
"do you trust some of them or are you still treating this as a kind of simulated experience, a new category which your mind has yet to limit and name?
"make no mistake, this is real. the reality of it just barely reaches you."
i know. they carried me in their arms. i know their touch.
"i am struggling, in fact," i mananged to say. "earth does not feel the same, sometimes. but i guess we both changed."
"ah," they said, "indeed. it takes a little while to get used to all the snow. you still have your house, right?"
"i'm trying to keep it, yes. maintaining it."
"good. you have a good spine too. though be careful, as you may tend to forget."
i looked around. how could a place feel cold and cozy at the same time?
"you're a curiosity, you adapt to everything but it takes you longer than the average. you can break any door, cut down any tree as soon as it's needed, to start forming a path. now the path itself... you have ghosts and that's okay. you use them."
i was silent again. i had no idea if they were right. i kept looking at the place and consciously feeling the strange warmth.
i remembered their warm hands.
everything had become ambiguous, the two sides of every coin more obvious.
i remembered the summer, where there was only the sun.
"i do have ghosts. that is why i'm careful. but i want then gone so sometimes i'm not." i paused and added, "i know i'm small and it's hard to carry all."
i closed my eyes and i could feel the others, waiting, patiently.
"come see us any time," they said. "go home any time."
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
vienen todos marchando
de blanco entre la niebla blanca
entre montañas, yo
giro y abro grandes los ojos
ya vienen, todos
los espero con flores
con una sonrisa
me miran, dos o tres
me agarran de los brazos
donde empieza una montaña,
me miran en silencio
de blanco, como la nieve de afuera
me ponen contra la pared
sólo se acercan
la niebla empieza a entrar
me dejan caer, me atajan
me esperan todos afuera
días, horas? meses?
me decido a salir y todos los brazos se extienden
me pasan uno por uno
en un baile eterno, sin espacio
escucho el roce constante de tela blanca
toda mi piel conoce sus manos
al final camino
en silencio y desde entonces
adonde mire ellos están
entre la niebla, o abrazándome
camuflándse sólo lo justo en el silencio
entre mis manos
entre las montañas.
the music's still in my head
and all the words
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry
this seems everlasting
but i've been this lost before,
this is just another room
of the same house (million houses)
and i refuse to live here,
scared or tired of unseen reflections
consider this another stop,
another walk maybe
that will (because it will! in the end)
add up to the stars
go up and
stay down, i guess
enjoy threading words
enjoy seeing it as it is, i guess
while i burst into flames (no burn)
if you want to watch me then watch me
all the way through
all of the hours, the countless hours
the crushing dreams etc
the songs are still in my head,
all the words
i'm so sorry
all the noise
are my feet cold?
are my hands warm?
enjoy being still,
see me create fire
something new, maybe
watch something dissolve
i don't need to remember
because i know
in the meantime it's all wrong, but i know
there's already something gone,
though my eyes close
something falls into place every second
though the rest crumbles
all the noise
there is something gone,
i can almost hear it
feels like a satin ribbon slipping through my hand
enjoy being still,
a quiet melody, almost new
a quiet beat
i don't remember it but i know how it goes
i've been lost before
take in the view
say something true