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A Final Recap
A prayer to
the building that held me
with yellowed envelopes
lining the walls of a mystery
fluttering in verdant fans
A collage above a settee
Virgin print and egg tempera
Feathers dancing around a padded cell
The cold silver slab
where you blessed me
Cut pages + memento mori
The maze laid out below a saint. I know
it was you.
I know your thimble
full of salt.
All the wayward shrines
that once were graves
Stealing candy
Stealing glances from behind a piano
Sharps and flats
Clocks and metronomes
count the loop back
Back to you
Black bird to you
I will not return
back to you
Back to your
coffin draped in gospels
and wrapped in thread
Music boxes and
tiny cathedrals
singing broken notes
Like the sound of my fingers
flowing over metal waves
following down
the narrow path
into the dark.
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Tell me, tell me who’s gonna restrain me now?
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Maurizio Cattelan and Pierpaolo Ferrari for Toiletpaper Magazine, 2012
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i'm just on tumblr reblogging shit like it's 2017 or something.
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Ron Mueck, 100 sculpted skulls, The national gallery of Victoria, Australia
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Since my parents have died (it still feels wholly surreal to type that out nearly 2 years out).. I sense a connection with my dad all the time. Especially via music.. certain specific songs will randomly appear to me at very specific times and I just know, in my gut, he's comforting me in some way or leading me in same way. Maybe it's not "dad"... but just the spark that makes us all move.
This song was one of the very very few times, I've felt my mother. I shared this video/song with my brother right away.. and without saying anything he understood. I had a nice cry right there in that song, one of comfort, and of inspiration.
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