Category Archives: The Liminal Times
Deca
Five years from now,
You will be impossibly young,
Unthinkably healthy,
And quick as a worn abacus.
Strange, how brief it sounds,
five winters, five summers—
a blink of a calendar page.
Yet look back five years
and you see another self:
a softer jaw,
a body that hadn’t yet learned
its current aches,
a mind that carried
different obsessions.
Five years is a sentence,
a scar, a new friend gone gray.
It is a book read through,
a dog grown slow,
a child who no longer
asks to be carried.
Five years from now
you will glance back again,
startled by the distance
in so small a span.
With My Lightnin’ Bolts A-Glowin’
http://ornamentalpeanut.com/assets/ Wake Up — Arcade Fire
Somethin’ filled up
My heart with nothin’
Someone told me not to cry
Now that I’m older
My heart’s colder
And I can see that it’s a lie
Children, wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust
If the children don’t grow up
Our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up
We’re just a million little god’s causin’ rain storms
Turnin’ every good thing to rust
I guess we’ll just have to adjust
With my lightnin’ bolts a-glowin
I can see where I am goin’ to be
When the reaper he reaches and touches my hand
With my lightnin’ bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lightnin’ bolts a-glowin’
I can see where I am go, goin’
You better look out below
