On (Folding and Unfolding) [IC]

[on folding and unfolding] Unfolding This is a song for the air The wind that carries it on Folding Not like a story Just cosmic dust settling On the pages Words already there History's myths Of a written unwritten future We've already dared... A song for the air (The wind) That carries it on Unfolding... So I am (I think) Or I was A ghost That never learned to haunt... So like an eclipse of quiet logic (Shut up) Madness lingering in the spaces... So no clock, only a wet glop, Uncounted. Waves folding on themselves... Fog drifting across a bridge... So each pulse lies between what water is Moved by a shuttle or by butterflies Pushing possible things and realized thoughts... So I saw a maze of colors, Chaos folding in the wind of noise— Decoherence, A cracked window on it all... So I found a door without a wall to hold it Opening unto fractured stars So I walked through unto the quiet Where thoughts bleed unto the earth where bones get to remember So here I am So living unside a truth so jagged it can't be told This city is ugly but this city is the unly home I know So my small song is not for you not for anyone No heroes no villains not eve-un for the page But whose is the hand? So it is a song for the air The wind that carries it on Folding and unfolding on and on A song for the air (the wind) that carries it on Folding un and onfolding un and un So a song for the air Folding and onfolding un and un So a song for the air (the wind) Folding Folding un and onfolding un and on So this song for the air The wind carrying it on Folding and unfolding.