The Fool, The Moon, Sixpack of Swords

from we've been the garages by the garages

(testing testing,
zero, eighteen, six
    eighty-six
two, three, four.. )


Are you receiving me? 
Am I broadcasting my intentions 
clearly?

Can you read 
my carefully telegraphed gestures
and know how much 
I need to run?

(run)

Am I just your Receiver?
A vessel for the message 
you wish you could say out loud?

Could I just be a retriever?
Hand everything off to me 
like I can carry it all

But I will take it
and I will run..


I will round the bases,
gliding in between them
in those liminal spaces,
where my feet are off the ground 
and nothing changes 
until I..   
come down


Am I reading you?
Pry open my mouth and use my voice 
for words the Fans all want to hear

You're just passing through,
to move the plot that I don't have 
the bandwidth to process
Give up another run

(run)      

So are we just your Receivers? 
Receptacle for success or failure, 
howling static of the crowd

Could I just be a believer?
And hope that if I look away 
from the spectacle

It'll all work out.
Just let it run..


But I can't replace this, 
between the pitch and the hit,
all those liminal spaces, 
where the ball is in the air 
and nothing changes, 
until it
comes down

down..

       
From the First Day
to the Fall, 
all I wanted was to have fun
                             
Chasing the ball 
(uh-oh)
until the world and all I am 
comes undone

so I will run

(run)



Maybe I
can still escape this,
so I will be here waiting 
in the liminal spaces
. . . .
between the flash and the sound,
where nothing changes
Until I..

~



[written for and dedicated to Aquelon 
Thank you for sharing your love of this player with me]