and there are things in this world,
things I’ve forgot.
and things I remember,
I’ve wandered nights,
long and alone,
of which there are many.
and heard songs through our collective ears,
stoned and wired,
mouths talking for the sake of talking.
Through nights and days and nights and days.
WE discovered the reasons of life through the moonlights and smoke.
WE discovered the path of the sun through cars and the road.
and WE watched the road unwind beneath us,
the Earth spin beneath us,
pain beneath us.
Joy beneath us.
WE in the middle,
Misconstruing reasoning for truth,
and finding truth was never at the bottom of the bottle.
If I’m lucky, I’ll be posting a further completed version of “o’holy” from the one posted 11.07.12 sometime soon.
This is an Ode to that, in the sense that its completion will come with the finalization of both works.