It's moving towards the finale, upswing mode here.
Yeah.
This is called "Your Body Down In Gold."
"Your Body Down In Gold."
You can make of the world's parts something elemental.
You can say the elements mean something still worth
fucking a way forward for.
Maybe the dream coming true.
Maybe the dream true to form coming undone all over again.
You can do that or not, while a sail unfurls or a door blows
shut.
So it turns out there's more of a difference between love
and deep affection than you'd have chosen.
So what?
Remember the days of waking to disasters various
and of at least in part your own doing.
And saying aloud to no one.
I have decided how I would like to live my life.
And it isn't this way.
And how you actually believed it.
You'd change, the world would.
Man with a mourning dove in one eye rough seas in the other.
Lately the light more than usual it seems finds us brokenly.
I say let's brokenly start shouldering the light
right back.