He makes her want to shed her life, leave it behind in a heap
on the ground like rose clippings. He calls,
and she answers, wary and helpless as a wild deer.
Autumn thrums through the trees; yellow leaves
are falling into her footsteps.
Hands linked, the whispering of fingers and the
fireworking of the trees in the wind are the restless symphony of change.
Panting, they arrive—the hill beckons, and from its top
the land spreads in every direction. Later,
with the clear eyes of time, she will remember another hill:
All this could be yours
if you would but call me Lord
One tiny sound in the brush: a snake moves swiftly across the earth.
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damn.
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"Simplicity don't need to be greased." - Billie Joe Shaver
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"Simplicity don't need to be greased." - Billie Joe Shaver
Then the devil left him and angels came and attended him.
Matthew 4: 8-11
That's where it is; as to what it means here...
I think hard choices; the path we take after making such a choice, the way we end up in an unexpected place. Here, for the most part, it's how we look back on that choice, what it means now and what it meant then.
Also, I think it's about the selectiveness of memory, and how we can modify it so easily. We choose to remember only good, or choose to force ourselves to see it all at once. Sometimes it gets less painful, sometimes more. And then one day, you look back...and it's just a picture in a frame.
...that's the short answer.
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the wind turns loose all the boats
that last night were moored to the sky
Neruda
Wow.
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"Simplicity don't need to be greased." - Billie Joe Shaver
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