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* Dedicated to Moving Mountains, Hands
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+------------/The Fishermen Diaries; Peter’s Thoughts the Night after Meeting Jesus
Just a man knotting string, I tell myself
each morning, just a man
laying its intersecting strands
on deck with his brother, biding time
in a boat just unmoored and drifting
to the heart of the Sea of Galilee.
Brooding and staring
at the rising sun together, we
a synchronism, stand -
gazing at our aging selves tossed aside
by tides of time, regret
imagining our lost youth on the next wave,
and before we can reach out
to grasp and retain memory
(the good ones…absent the bitter salt)
this irredeemable part of our lives
flits away in the wind.
With my net as artifice,
I poeticize fish as episodes of the heart
to be caught and resurrected,
eulogies on the mast while
floating on a womb of delusion,
a cursing of life and beckoning of rebirth,
so Andrew and I hail a large haul as
palliative, an anesthetic to a life lost.
(Our meals, massive bonfires dedicated to
ghosts of the past, communal
dinner prayers on land to Leviathan.)
When our boat pulls ashore,
a silhouette approaches, a man’s face
as calm as the night subsequent a hellacious war
with the moon and silence for eyes. His words like
Daniel’s apocalypse thundering:
“There is no turning back” he says, arms extended,
“forsake the fish, and
you just might see the Hand of God.”
-----------------Matthew 4:18-20
Now as Jesus was walking by the Sea of Galilee, He saw two brothers, Simon who was called Peter, and Andrew his brother, casting a net into the sea; for they were fishermen. And He said to them, "Follow Me, and I will make you fishers of men." Immediately they left their nets and followed Him.
------------Paris in Flames Lyrics
Now it's time to wrap our fears in the night
And on the first day I'll dress this city in flames
After all the things you say
You hate me for being this way
Still you won't let go of old ideals
There is no headline to read at night
When the record skips and you're not holding the needle
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames
Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x2]
I think it's going to rain
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x3]
I think it's going to rain
Here in this collapsed lung of a borough
There is no sunlight
The sunlight is manufactured in a windowless room
Distant and incoherent
Businessmen hang themselves
We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
When we saw Paris in Flames
The lower east side is a jukebox playing the deadman's crescendo
The needle is a vector
An intersection that we all must cross
A dimly lit hallway where shadows of moths decorate the walls
Discard this message
Discard this message
Discard this message
(Burn this city down, down...)
Discard this message
Throw this bottle back in the ocean
Rip this page from the history books
Smash all the street signs
Erase all the maps
Forget my name
Forget my face
Forget my name
Because it's going to rain (it's going to rain)
And it never ends
Rain, rain down
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x2]
I think it's going to rain
I think it's going to rain, rain down [x3]
I think it's going to rain
(We all sing the songs of separation
And we watch our lives bleed out through our hands
That's how it was on the first day
We saw Paris in Flames)
---------------Hands Lyrics
Oh, mother
I was born in your eyes
I was walking
The day I came to life
And I've come beside myself to know
I'm just a person with highs and lows
Oh, father
I was raised in your hands
I was fighting
Before I could understand
And I've got a lot of things to learn
And things I don't think that I deserve
Come lay your head
And come rest your tired eyes
Fall back instead
Feel your breath internalize
And come lay your head
And come rest your tired eyes
And fall back instead
Fall back instead
When I try to fall asleep
I'm lifted from my bed sheets
Where the ground is falling down
And the night is far too loud
I'm giving up
I'm giving in
Everything is rising
Come and rest your tired eyes
Your youth's fading
Everyone is leaving
And I cannot complain
