See You in Seattle - Flipbook - Page 23
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I hear a melody:
the gravity of faith, walking straight. I hear a melody.
I hear that, where you’re staying,
when it's not raining, when time runs out
for a day, the son will cry
smearing the blood of your hand
across the sky.
I hear the rapture,
a ruptured melody.
The hand of the heroine breaks
the surface of the undercurrent.
The undercurrent, a cemetery of notes,
a crowded stream of ghosts.
Get the girl
I chase // I go // like a fledgling I dive with faith,
Sputnik still sputtering in space,
while a lover dreams
where his lover has stopped,
where there is ache in her heart,
where she is locked out in her thoughts.
See You in Seattle.
