Jacqueline Humbert & David Rosenboom - talk 2 | Текст песни

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• Jacqueline Humbert & David Rosenboom
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her dreams were her own, though she also gave them away.
she's send them through the air in thought or song.
in bits, or bytes, or morsels of memory, these dreams she'd send through the air.
moving beyond thought to word on a dare she looked forward to the day she'd have no thoughts and wouldn't have to worry about there being no words.
time passed slowly and she passed time alone.
she engaged herself in toto with the view.
she was engaged in her personal task, a kind of catharsis, telling tales of fantasy to no one but herself.
it kept her alive. it helped her to breathe.
she missed a him but it did not t the plot.
everyone already knew that joke.
so she gave him substance.
she made him a character.
she found reasons for the character's movement away.
this he she missed, this he she remembered.
he could not see her anymore.
she appeared something like a fog or a blaze of heat.
something he enjoyed for an instant or more.
she appeared mostly as idea, and mostly his.
no, he could not see her anymore.
he wanted without explanation.
he breathed in expectation.
he looked for her in places too familiar.
in crevices and curves, without imagination, he breathed in expectation.
he'd lost her under him,
slipped out of sight and surely out of mind.
he looked for her in places too familiar.
spent in secret, silence savoured.
so, the sun became her lover. the night her companion.
the wanting was all that kept her here.
the wanting was the only grounding she had.
her daytime viewing kept her wanting. . .kept her alive.
on the brink of despair, she simply changed the channel, chose a new view.
it was a frozen altered state, this daytime viewing, prior to a solid state.
like the proverbial moth to the ame, she was compelled to gather all her warmth from the glow of daytime viewing.
the day would have to wait.
that walk she had promised herself (was it really a week ago?) would have to wait.
she was once again contained by fascination, engaged in creation,
warmed by the friction of her descent into dreamtime.