Something About a Song Joyce Salame
Windowsill daydreams and records skipping. Melodies that soothe the fast paced heartbeat. Poetry that writes the race in the mind. What influences the emotional, the abysmal, the too impractical? It brings dawn upon the grand reservoir and the static over the radio. It brings the dancing children to the street and the Starman down from the milky sky. It rocks the crimson train beneath their feet and reveals the mountains in the distance. It takes you to the kingdom of the past, and screams out to the vacant tracks: “O Children!” It breathes peaks of before into the lungs while you stare out into the glowing sun. It strings you up into the fine powder while dripping you from Ashes to Ashes. It shows you hiding in the deep shadows and displays that sick stubbornness within. It reveals the vampires in your friends and asks you if you are Ready to Start.
Fortune Laboz
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