5:23am October 12, 2014

All my anger is gone, only sadness hangs on

By the side of all we knew, we sat and talked and sat and talked
Up around the river bend i was separated from you
Up around the river bend we were separated in two

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If you pass them at the station, you must ask them what they see
If you walk away without question, you will never find what you seek
All those worries were wrong - worse was what had begun

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Running down the fire escape, i burn myself but that’s okay
Must keep on moving, keep the faith that maybe we can get away
Waiting for the winds to change and radiation blows away
I scan the crowds for signs of you - i’ll wait for you, i’ll wait for you

I’m only losing, storms may be round me, there’s no illusion for me

If you walk away without question, will you recognize what you see
On the morning of the disaster that is vaster than you’d believe
All my anger is gone, only sadness hangs on
Worse is what has begun - it has begun

[my internal jukebox almost always is right about my thoughts, feelings, and perceptions… I can be staring at a tree without seeing it and hear Grace Slick sing “redwoods talk to me” then I notice the tree… This is like that only with Phideaux and grief]

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