Light Over Charlevoix<\/p>\n
The azure eyes looking down at me,
\n(Why can\u2019t it stop, why won\u2019t it stop.)
\nShe is telling me to come sit up in the willow tree
\nWith her, watching the Sun escape
\nAnd the branches tremble as I climb,
\nTill I sit by her side
\nAnd her hair is a waterfall on her shoulders,
\nFlying like mist in the wind.
\nOver the bay there is a light from Charlevoix
\nThat makes me feel hollow,
\nAnd I know that the dead rhetoric
\nTumbling, rolling, flying in a crumbled-up mess
\nIs something no one wants to simply pick up
\nAnd throw away\u2014
\nSo why do I find the need
\nTo read it over and over and over?
\n(Why can\u2019t I stop thinking, why won\u2019t it go away.)
\nA grievance pleads to my ears
\nAfter a moment that I took her hand in mine,
\nAnd I don\u2019t know what all
\nThe songs in our heads mean anymore,
\nYet the scene around me turns white
\nWith the illness of expectation,
\nPlaguing that which I blame,
\nAll that I do not understand,
\nOn the buildings that have
\nTo hold up the sky,
\nAnd I still am not tall enough
\nTo reach the ceiling of it.
\n(Go away from me, stop playing with my head.)
\nThe only reason I can cling to
\nWhen the red light glares above the street
\nAnd a man who had one too many an aperitif
\nCollides with the hand that I let go,
\nIs that I can only assume to blame
\nThe Sirens slithering into view,
\nAnd the sky is either
\nToo empty or too narrow
\nFor me to understand why
\nHer face is so clear and hopeless;
\nAnd the humans being so temporal
\nDo not see me shaking without end
\nAs they shove me aside to prove to me
\nHow much you can belittle
\nWords that the wind carries
\nLike pointlessly crisp leaves in an open autumn.
\n(Tell me why, give me one reason that is not filthy.)
\nThe sky has become so narrow and close
\nThat the stars are beginning to sting my
\nComfortless frame, senseless
\nTo the flow of the air,
\nCrushing this body
\nThat is not even my own.
\n(How can you call this fine, how can you seem to just pass this by.)
\nAnd they are lifting down the box\u2014
\n(Stop crying, why won\u2019t you stop crying like a fool.)
\nThe box has been covered by now,
\nAnd I am more lonesome than the walls,
\nBecause they used to see the hand I hold every
\nDay that I spill over in jealousy for,
\nAnd the spiral staircase I go down every morning,
\nFeels like a prolonged hallucination,
\nDreadfully common to me now.
\n(Why did you have to, why didn\u2019t you stay.)
\nMy hand looks thin before me,
\nAnd my feel fail to hold their balance
\n(Why can\u2019t it end, why won\u2019t my mind stop bleeding.)
\nUpon the cement I walk along,
\nAnd the winds planted over the lake
\nAre harvesting a storm, the eye
\nSwirling with all the rancour
\nI could ever set aside from the lustre
\nOf this world in the midst, paining me to
\nRelieve the emptiness in the bottom of the well
\nBefore something miserable replaces that too.
\nAnd the jazz playing down at Randy\u2019s
\nHas become as silent as
\nThe dead rhetoric I finally decided to
\nToss away, along with the mask
\nThat resembles my contradiction\u2014
\nAnd I cannot keep my breath
\nFrom pulsing like the waves of
\nThe storm raging, sinking my heart
\nLike the stones skipping back at me,
\nAs if I were the unstrung marionette
\nThat was worthless enough even with
\nThe strength upon its wrist for
\nA chance to save a life.
\n(Tell me why the chimera kills my imagination\u2014
\nTell me how to keep the voices from coming into the room\u2014
\nTell me why I abandoned all these songs we had\u2014
\nTell me why the breeze hurts so much\u2014
\nTell me why the lion roaring at me is no companion\u2014
\nTell me why the Sirens liken to all my variance\u2014
\nTell me why I can\u2019t see my eyes in the mirror anymore\u2014
\nTell me why another story had to die\u2014
\nTell me why I can\u2019t learn anymore about myself\u2014
\nTell me why the dulcet lake before me
\nAnd the tree coloured with affliction
\nSeem to want nothing more than be amiable\u2014
\nTell me why the light over Charlevoix doesn\u2019t ever leave me in any way\u2014
\nTell me why the doves always seem so peaceful\u2014
\nTell me why all this sorrow tastes like grey pudding\u2014
\nTell me why I should stand up and know why\u2014
\nPlease can\u2019t you tell me?)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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