a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

October 11, 2004

The Morning Fog

The light
Begin to bleed,
Begin to breathe,
Begin to speak.
D'you know what?
I love you better now...

The morning fog! This was no blanket today, this was light like heaven on bright, this was an embraceable sun, this was purest white. The road, it disappeared beneath me, the trees became spirits reaching through mother's milk to be born, lights from oncoming cars were glints of soul speeding toward empty bodies waiting to sing!

I am falling
Like a stone,
Like a storm,
Being born again
Into the sweet morning fog.
D'you know what?
I love you better now...

I could not open my eyes wider, could not roll the windows down further, despaired that my auto could not become a magic carpet cutting me through the cream, there's no sky like a missing sky, no sky like one that's only black inside, I feel outside, outside of self and sky, I feel alive in a whispering pearl as I drive 60 mph without an embellishement or feature at my sides, I am solitary in this white the way gods feel alive --

I'm falling,
And I'd love to hold you now.
I'll kiss the ground.
I'll tell my mother,
I'll tell my father,
I'll tell my loved one,
I'll tell my brothers
How much I love them.

It is the first feeling, here I am back here again I am back here I am one single spermatoza in a spoonful ocean of semen, here I am, these few cells that even now contain this all of me here I am speeding through come and light, here I am energy, at a mile per minute through this light I am bringing life,

I am bringing life.

Lyrics to "The Morning Fog" by Kate Bush.

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