posted on April 18, 2009 at 9:06 pm

there is a symmetry i must obey
at night
the hollow gradient of her face
a half moon imploded in cloud
the memory of pleasures
the faint smell of burning paper
always sand in the bed
we are up and on our way
flying over green pastures
and bolting over gates and grids
into the swedish indian canberran forest
i am all myselves at once
totally manifest across the realms
i spin words like a gossamer net
and i trap the meanings shooting by
and i fill my poem with meaning like a belly
and i paralyze the truth
and it hangs suspended in my mossy night
waiting to be gobbled up at another time
and i join up with you in the stars
where we all eventually join
where we all will shine like distant points
but not yet
not yet
no not yet
the night ruptures in raptures
the night opens up to reveal reality
the night slices away and peels back to show us
the night offers herself immodestly
the night shudders as we all enter her
the night then surrounds us and emits tiny noises
the night runs away with us
over gates and fences we scramble
i’m sprinting up a hill in the seaside night
i run and run getting faster and faster
my feet leave the ground
and i go crashing into the atmosphere
headlong into jeopardy
rolling and burning up and gliding in flames
the night will not hold me up
the night lets me fall
down and down and down
no one has ever fallen this far
my stomach full of butterflies
my hands swooning around
my cascading hair all around
i go starring thru the void
a vain inferno
a burst of intense and devouring red fire
yes i fell like lucifer
clawing at the dark which contained no purchase
into a pit so deep and black
so wondrously silent
the pit of the night
the night which had turned its back on me
that blasted night with her comets and moon
i fell falling into that nights slippery arms
awake i was widely awake
suddenly awoken from my former life
hitting the ground running up that hill
over gates and brambles
over stiles and crooked brick paths
running through the night still
trying to keep up with the shadows we cast
as we flee ourselves
me as all my selves
white beard
brown beard
golden beard
all the time
we race into the future
exercising our free will
charging up existence
hauling up the black corridor
inevitable morning

17 Responses to “fatalyst”

  1. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 19 April 2009 at 2:31 am #

    beautiful, just beautiful….
    love always……

  2. avatar
    Richard | 19 April 2009 at 5:26 am #

    such a shame that free willy (and its inevitable sequel) was about a whale

    Not a religion

  3. avatar
    CAPTAIN BEYOND | 19 April 2009 at 7:09 am #

    you forgot red beard…

  4. avatar
    Thomas Thomsen, Denmark | 19 April 2009 at 8:13 am #

    So Love May Find Us is indeed a masterpiece, Steve. On a par with Leverage. After all this time a Church fan such as myself really shouldn’t expect music this great, but you guys just keep on delivering the good(ie)s.

  5. avatar
    EDD | 19 April 2009 at 8:25 am #

    “I fill my poem with meaning like a belly…” I like that.

  6. avatar
    Kokky | 19 April 2009 at 11:53 am #

    and “and I paralyze the truth”.. fatastic phrase, and a stunning piece of proze in all. Love it.

    Just one grain of sand in my bed can drive me clinically insane.. especially when the room is hot.

  7. avatar
    princey | 19 April 2009 at 11:57 am #

    You’re right about the night:)

    Lovely read tonight, goodnight
    luv amanda

  8. avatar
    Max | 19 April 2009 at 12:04 pm #

    Too obvious:
    At least you are pulling on the beard (few and far between).

  9. avatar
    iseult | 19 April 2009 at 12:31 pm #

    am struck with wonder at the beauty of this

  10. avatar
    Anonymous | 19 April 2009 at 3:07 pm #

    Now THAT’S fucking poetry!!!

  11. avatar
    davem | 19 April 2009 at 5:36 pm #

    There isn’t too much sand in the old bed here, but I grew up with gates, stiles and muddy (if not crooked) paths. Time for a walk.

  12. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 19 April 2009 at 6:18 pm #

    Another evocative and mystifying blog. OperettHa is inarguably one of the greatest songs that I’ve ever heard. Pure Perfection !

  13. avatar
    eek | 19 April 2009 at 8:00 pm #

    Simply beautiful.

  14. avatar
    fantasticandy | 19 April 2009 at 8:18 pm #

    what a nice one to come back to.
    an internet outage has kept me away,
    youv’e been prolific and most amusing these last few days!
    so iv’e had a lot to catch-up with.
    the tables are turned this time dave, you lucky bugger!, still no sign of #23…….

    and idiocy?
    yeah…i excel.

  15. avatar
    davem | 19 April 2009 at 9:08 pm #

    It’s worth the wait Andy!

  16. avatar
    Freddie | 19 April 2009 at 9:55 pm #

    Come on anon @ 1:07, it wasn’t that bad ;-D

    In fact, I thought it quite good especially the falling and crashing part, exqusite!

    Just wondering…

    “me as all my selves
    white beard
    brown beard
    golden beard
    all the time”
    Never been a woman? 🙂

  17. avatar
    lily was here | 20 April 2009 at 12:00 am #

    one of your exquisitest ever, one of those ones I have to keep going back to, like sunken sun and operetta xxx

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