Thursday, August 9, 2007

Jubilee (Mary Chapin Carpenter)

SONG: Jubilee by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Nowhere is it the same place as
None of us is the same person as
We finally die from the exhaustion of
This downward cellular jubilance is
by the wind, bugs, birds, bears and
and perhaps the black holes in galactic
where our souls will all be gathered in
an invisible
thimble of antimatter. But we're getting ahead of ourselves.
Yes, trees wear out as the wattles under my chin
grow, the wrinkled hands that tried to strangle
a wife beater in New York City in 1957.
We whirl with the earth, catching our breath
as someone else, our soft brains ill-trained
except to watch ourselves disappear into the distance.
Still, we love to make music of this puzzle.

QUOTE: "We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." ~ Anais Nin

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