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week five

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Februar 5, 2012 0

mermaid

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So I said, “Men, pull her out of the water.
and then lay on hands,
and bind back her flippers and tail
until international waters. and there we’ll feel
what’s human inside of her.”

So she’s chilly and slick
on her hips where the scales
meet with skin. With a sickening
flick of her tail, circling,
her gills fill with cold, salty water. She thrashes
and twirls, her freezing fins fluttering.

And she’s pretty, I think,
with her hair dark as ink, and her belly bone-white.
And her lips, of a slight, sea-shell pink, slightly part
as she’s tonguing the tub’s rusty rim,
as the saltwater flows out and in.

All farewells to the land we knew well
we’d never be touching again.
To the fields where we rambled and ran.
Farewell to our wives and children.
Let’s stand on the deck and let’s watch
them all disappearing.

And the days all float by
in a daze, over waves, under sky.
And the weeks slowly leak into years.
The last islands are all left behind as we silently sail.

Until late some dark night, a wild wind starts to wail.
And our map blows away.
And our compasses fail.
And it’s out on the lost boiling black water
where I see her float out.
And she’s so thin and so pale. I see her rise up.
And she’s so fast and so fair. My hands meet,
and they press to a point in the air
but my mouth fills with more panic than prayer.
And my skull fills with more color than care.
And my heart fills with love, with too much love to bear.
And i know that i’ll stay, and that she’ll always be there,
my hands sunk in cold sand,
sea-weed strung through her hair.

— Okkervil River, Mermaid

Januar 29, 2012 0

week four

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4/52 – hands remember

Do you remember
What things looked like when you were young?
The voice of an old friend
Or the notes to your first song

It’s been awhile now
Since you asked me to be
Your cat, your dog, your owl, your bumblebee

Lately I’ve been feeling like the day is gonna come
You’ll walk up to me and erase my memory
Can’t wait to feel brand new
I can’t wait to meet you again…friend

I think I must have known you
In another life
I think our rocking chairs
Used to rock together all night

With pictures of owls
All over the walls
Tiny ships in bottles
They won’t sail too far

— Seabear, Hands Remember

Januar 22, 2012 0

week three

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3/52 – thirty months & six days ♥

Januar 14, 2012 0

week two

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2/52 – under the same sun

Will you be there when the day’s done
Will you be there
Under the same, under the same sun
Under the same, under the same sun

— Ben Howard, Under The Same Sun

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