I have built this place to get to her. Projected her like a shadow on my wall. A memory, a ghast, a shade, a thought. And from the fire that lasts I will make more than just a resting place. I will do all that I can to bring her back.
THE BOOTSTRAP
There is a tranquil silence by the waves
A calm out on the Ocean
I am building it here beneath the lighthouse
Down below in caves
My eyes wander to the foam
And up to the stars
Surely the past can still be touched
If it can be seen above
I put sweat into these aching gears
That twist and churn beneath the Earth
I put fire in these ancient bones
It's all that I can and have always done
I watched him wander like a devil
Gangly limbs all spiral out
And from his mouth nothing but lies
Discouraged words I now must doubt
Always forward never back
But on a long enough continuum
I pray to find her standing on the shore
Wading, waiting, evermore
I pray in ways meticulous
Hands machines miraculous
And play in my mind what words I'll say
When I meet my love again some day
Bring for me this cup
Dine with me this very day
Come along and we shall sup
And I shall show you the Machine
His tangled times a tale of woe
His words all full of salt
Lips a cracking bloodied mess
Hands are skin and bones
How could there be another us?
Splitting like the atoms do
Bringing blooming clouds so close
Ashes like shadows on the moon
I breathe this life into the work
Stretching down into the dirt
Where wires stretch and engines jerk
Churning, yearning, burning hot
I have visited horizons
When hence I shall be bone and chalk
And spoken with my own reflections
And found them all as lonely ghosts
Gaunt and grim we work in secret
Confessing all our sacred sins
To pictures we have painted
At the end of time herself
I have lain here by the marker
But that warmth within is gone
And birthed instead a better fiction
Of a future where the past is found
On this paradox I swear it
In symphonies I have not named
In opuses and grand arrangements
That I will see your face again
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