snow falling again when we get up this morning
and every
thing is white
so we make our way to angelsey
via star
almost as soon as we arrive on the beach
somebody finds a small iron sphere
embedded in the sand
little d. pokes at it with a finger
picks it up
we pass it around
it's heavy
it's dimpled and pitted
like an iron-age golf ball
no, it's a meteorite
it's come from out there
b. tells little d.
pointing up past the clouds
it's asymmetrical and imperfect
and cold as the ice
afterwards we all notice that our hands smell of sulphur
and we are itching
we take a dip
the coast is dark
the ice and the rocks are especially sharp
the sea is cold and green and beautiful
and this song is running through my head
***
the minute the sting penetrates your finger
you're strapped to the pain
like an angry stranger
the moment the rain freezes in the gutter
come the flaming birds
and their hideous matter
the second the claw lifts up your chin
i'm alone in your head
and you can't get in
somebody said
that it's all for you
it's a miracle
let it alter you
but I will not follow you to the sea line
somebody went and turned it on for you
revelation baby
you're beautiful
but I will not follow you to the sea line
the instant the transfer hits your account
and it's deep in the black
and just one way out
the morning the storm rolled to the coast
we were down to the shake
and our silent throats
the evening the trees lash at the window
the roots curl up
strangle the candles
somebody said
that it's all for you
it's a miracle
let it alter you
but I will not follow you to the sea line
somebody went and turned it on for you
revelation baby
you're beautiful
but I will not follow you to the sea line
to the sea line
it's a miracle, let it alter you
revelation baby, you're beautiful
~Steve Kilbey
Saturday, 2 January 2010
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