i awoke to the words in my head
and they said
we are only words
and words are only memories
and memories are only stories
and stories are all the same
and are all untrue
a rag a bone and a hank of hair
a mothers prayer
a step upon a creaking stair
a whisper to beware
a princess in a tower a guardsman at a gate
a messenger arriving a moment too late
the panhandler you ignored on a rainy night
who turned out to be jesus christ
but he forgives you it's what he came for
the water is deep go back to sleep
the army of light will defeat the forces of darkness
do they not do it every night?
a new princess will wait in a new tower
more beautiful than ever
with a more faithful guard who will try so hard
to repel the invader next time
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4 comments:
Oh, I loved this one. You capture the essence of a central “story” many people in Europe and America seem to share in a fresh and (above all) honest way. The combined text and images are striking.
Beautiful! I started to think of Miles Davis' "'Round About Midnight" while reading this one. The indigo artwork is also perfect for the atmosphere.
Thanks.
I love the atmosphere in this piece.
loved this!
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