Make it sound like a tornado when you do it,
Something that will confuse me as much as possible,
As much as you can. You’re capable of fires
Beyond these, more than anyone who knows you
Could imagine, could fear, cherish or lose.
In short: I want you to do whatever it is
That you think you should do,
And I want you to take as long as you need
And do what you need to do without
Rushing so that if you find
Something you remembered you were
Looking for, or something you never
Knew was there, then you might
Lose yourself in the way you’ve
Always wanted, but have never been able
To engage with without the ground
Wobbling and your eyes betraying you.
Please take me away from this place.
Please turn into what you want to.
Thursday, 28 January 2010
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2 comments:
Fucking gorgeous stuff, Thomas.
This was very moving, Thomas.
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