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Without Mythologies
The Weakerthans
A soft breeze with slippery concrete black and full of muddy slush, contrasting with the hoarfrost, clean and hung on a tunnel of silent shivering trees (the ones you said you'd like to be) and the birds that screamed at the sun now buried deep below the ground, beneath the snow, i press my shoulder to this WALL between us. I know you are behind me, but i press my shoulder to this wall, determined, not to turn around. I know i'll see you standing, still that statue that i molded in my mind to kiss, so beautiful you'll never MOVE again. Someplace far away...at some sad table littered with bad light, with chipped plates in 48 frames from a movie on the cutting room floor, you said "True meaning would be DYING WITH YOU" and though i wanted to...i did not smile. But now i will give up on THIS WALL that we have fought with, never uncover meaning behind our rich words. If_I_Could i would make you a RAGING RIVER with ANGRY RAPIDS supplied with raid, so you could always meander....and forever be able ... to run away...without contending.... with myths wrongly interpreted... with pain..
A harsh Wind.
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