Beautiful Excess
April 11th 2008 09:27
Here in the streets of Melbourne,
Or any other city – there are clouds and children
And tortured ghosts.
I imagine the massacres that prepared the ground
To grow the cities of my strange land –
I imagine red rocks trembling under the fingers of the sun,
I imagine the terrible quantities of the dead in the ground
And the beautiful excess of life springing forth,
And chaos letting order play,
And storms allowing houses rest,
And trains tearing the air in two,
And love guiding us to our deaths.
Here in the streets of Melbourne
I imagine infinity,
And grin
Or any other city – there are clouds and children
And tortured ghosts.
I imagine the massacres that prepared the ground
To grow the cities of my strange land –
I imagine red rocks trembling under the fingers of the sun,
I imagine the terrible quantities of the dead in the ground
And the beautiful excess of life springing forth,
And chaos letting order play,
And storms allowing houses rest,
And trains tearing the air in two,
And love guiding us to our deaths.
Here in the streets of Melbourne
I imagine infinity,
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Good brain there, tell me about it sometime.