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20 May 2009 @ 01:40 pm
we need microphones and manifolds  
blessings and sweetest incense. the trappings of sacred ceremony. "trappings" because they are ideas i become trapped in: smoke and mirrors, what i'm seeing is not really there. smoke and mirrors. ash and dust. the yellow-brown memories smoke stains up the corners with. ash at the ridge of the rim in the incense dish.

i want rows and rows of candles, flickering, flame obscured by the black singe of previous burnings. i want flames leaping behind smoked glass. the torch singer moans. the seats are velvet or a velvet red. mahogany and austere. it's raining, outside, or it should be raining. we bow our heads. here on the marble, we write professions in the water our glasses leave behind: love, lost, diminishing.

the faces that swim up in the not of nothing.

from altar to nightclub, the glass wears the same color. the song's the thing, either way. i am not in the subterranean cool, listening with my eyes closed, either way.

the ends of my fingers are cold and numb, an ice water consideration trailing to silence. i am jumpy and there is tightness in my shoulders. nothing is sure. i am antsy. i don't know what to do with myself: not in the small ways, but in the large ones. in the small ways and the large ones. what do i do? probably, not this.
Asphalt Eden: engine summerasphalteden on May 20th, 2009 07:59 pm (UTC)
Don't forget the slaves and roads and personal favors. ;)
selva oscuraanonymousblack on May 20th, 2009 08:23 pm (UTC)
i knew i could trust you to know what i was talking about. ;-)

i always thought it was "slaves and rouges," but roads works, too.
asymptotetree on May 20th, 2009 09:30 pm (UTC)
rogues, perhaps?
Asphalt Eden: photones for pleasureasphalteden on May 21st, 2009 01:07 pm (UTC)
I have the lyric sheet on the Heyday vinyl, so consider me a cheater. ;)

"Myrrh," to me, is the best one-song intro to what the Church do lyrically and musically.