Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Unterwegs

Unterwegs
adverb: en route, on the way, away, underway


Here's a story: She was Russian (and they said she was easy) who played the piano beautiful and didn't sway back and forth as she did it but sat straight upright like a classicist. The Masked Man perched anxiously alongside, briskly playing little notes in the betweens where idler hands don't linger. Her more ardent arpeggios ringing through the vacant edges of the night as she whispered "you taste like your brother."

"I miss the sound of your voice"
- Matt-Nathanson -

I am finally fertile soil after years of being buried by that shit And I am stalled no more but growing with this vine-- You are, feeding off of every my second thoughts This is definitely not the time to give you second thoughts I know what you must think of me and I've given up trying to shake the feeling away with the recurring dream that I gave it all I had. I gave it all I had but I didn't give it all to you You burned through me I worry that I've learned it too late your star now burns aimlessly but I was a stowaway on a ship that refused to go to port and now we've both settled cleverly, with sunlight, the seed of you grows within this new soil I am rooted to Don't call me though I know you know how and you want to. I want you to call me but it'd only confuse the air. We can't forget either of us those steps we've made the dance the words are stretched behind us and I wanted to say Yes I long for you at night alone when the moon is bright like the boy I was on the line far away oh so far away someday maybe We could turn that key again until... til then we must put that key away Let it sit there And then someday as I'm leaving the plane there you'll see me and somehow the way'll be clear just like just like just like nothing has changed. Til then til then I must be going away I am under- Yes until then I'm underway.

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