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DARE TO DREAM?
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy? ~ Percy Shelley
~ Francesco Clemente
"December, approaching the year's darkest night, and the only way out of the dream is down and through it.
The trees are dead.
The days are an arrow in a dead man's chest. Snowlight blinds me, heatless fire; pale apocalyptic. The creeks are frozen; the deer show their ribs. I find dead wolves, a paw, a scraggly tail sticking up through snow. The trees are dead, and only the deepest religion can break through time and believe they'll revive. Against the snow, black cuts on a white, white hand.
In the town, children go down on their backs in the drifted snow and move their arms and, when they rise, leave behind them impressions, mysterious and ominous, of winged creatures. I come upon them as I move through sleeping streets to the meadhall, and though I know what they are, I pause and study them, picking at my lip.
I do not pretend to understand these feelings. I record them, check them off one by one for the dead ears of night.
Something is coming, stange as spring.
I am afriad.
Standing on an open hill, I imagine muffled footsteps overhead."
-excerpt from a profound book.
Down on Virginia and La Loma, Where I got friends who'll care for me
You got an attitude of everything I ever wanted, I got an attitude of need
Help me stay awake, I'm falling...
Asleep in perfect blue buildings, Beside the green apple sea
Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby
Try to keep myself away from me (myself and) me ~Counting Crows
