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the possibility that if I stopped clapping
my hands in the void
I would notice that I can't hold on to things
and
the possibility that if I stopped using my voice
I'd notice songs that, all around me, sing
looms in weather,
lives buried in my days,
with all my songd and rhythms going like
the darkness surrounding a flame.
It's what I don't say with my mouth.
It's my mouth open
to breathe in.
It's open windows.
Still, I will go on and on describing the shape
around the thing I want to but can not name,
in song
and, though my long life feels busy
and full of usefullness and drive,
I will sleep through every single dawn
and those I see I will not really understand.
I will sing through every single song
about the spaces left when we stop singing
and I will sing this
with longing.
my hands in the void
I would notice that I can't hold on to things
and
the possibility that if I stopped using my voice
I'd notice songs that, all around me, sing
looms in weather,
lives buried in my days,
with all my songd and rhythms going like
the darkness surrounding a flame.
It's my mouth open
to breathe in.
It's open windows.
around the thing I want to but can not name,
in song
and, though my long life feels busy
and full of usefullness and drive,
I will sleep through every single dawn
and those I see I will not really understand.
about the spaces left when we stop singing
with longing.
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I love how this echoes 2 lakes before it. and the imagery. and how the whole album is all about silence as opposed to music and the sounds of everyday life.
The possibility that if I stopped clapping my hands in the void I would notice that I can't hold on to things And the possibility that if I stopped bellowing my voice in the void I would notice songs that, all around me, sing
Looms in weather Lives buried in my days With all my songs and rhythms going Like the darkness surrounding a flame
It's what I don't say with my mouth It's my mouth opening to breathe in It's the open windows in the wall Still I go on and on describing the shape Around the thing I want to but can not name
I go on and on in song after song, after song, after song And though my long life feels busy And full of usefulness and drive I will sleep through every single dawn And those I see I will not really comprehend
And I will sing through every single song About the spaces left when we stop singing And I will do this with longing
this song is brilliant