Monday, May 30, 2016

Listening to: Kid A

I don’t know why my heart is so full. So throbbing to escape like forgotten POWs behind the bouldered up cave. Their pounding frees tears to escape down my cheeks. Idioteque beat rocks my thoughts to harmonies and overlapping tracks. Dimensional relations. Orbiting galaxies, no, spiral arms locked in place. Sharing stars and luminescent gasses. That connection locked in my chest. That beating, that noiseless space. Your ocean told me about it. My drawing of blue, green, no, photograph. Gleaning grasses underwater. Lay down. Let me. Experience. You. 

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