A meditation on lyrics, a flame, and the pain of my knees from sitting too long in one place. These are thoughts, shaped, reshaped, and then refined into these shapes we call words, the shapes of meaning made of letters which are sounds.

Drawn across the plainland
To the place that is higher

Its calling me. Those dreams....the noise....the hunger. My nerves are dull, slow, dimwitted compared to how they should be. My brain lacks fire, that fire which should burn though me, purify me, and wash away all that is unclean. Cleansing, purifying - Fire.

Smash the radio
No outside voices here

I want them to stop. Those things in passing I hear, or think I hear, or know I hear. Those whispered voices, and worse, those who no longer bother to whisper. I want them to stop. No more voices.

Drawn into the circle
That dances round the fire

That circle is not for me. I am not of the Circle. Yet I always find a circle... drawn into one after another, always to find myself leaving it. I drift from one to another, sometimes back, sometimes forth, always drawn to the circles formed around someone I know, entering that circle, and then leaving it again. I am not of the Circle. That circle is not for me.

Smash the watch
Cannot tear the day to shreds

Time ticks. Tick tick tick. A blood sucking creature, parasidic, sucking away our life, second by second. Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years, Decades, Centuries, Millineums, Eons, Epocs, Eternities. Divide time, but always into larger and larger chunks, passing by faster and faster, until the smaller divisions are gone, a blur of movement and life.

We spit into out hands
And breathe across the palms

Promises. Bonds. Oaths. Pacts. Solem, sworn, spoken, unspoken, blood, revenge, death, life, love. Chains - things which hold us - bonds - promises. Hold us to one another, from one another, against one another, for one another. Tie these things together, so that we may tear down everything else. If we promise, we promise, and nothing else holds. Promises sworn in blood are one thing, but those sworn in the soul are the most binding. Love is a promise sworn in blood, tears, semen, sweat, saliva, all those most base bodily fluids - but at its core, before all else, it is sworn in the soul. Love, Friendship, Honnor. Break one, and you break them all.

Smash the camera
Cannot steal away the spirits

No more pictures, no more physicalities. If we cannot see ourselves, do we exist? If there is no sensation of body, do we have one? Even from this seat within our skulls, we see ourselves, nose first, into the world around us. We are born head first into the world for a reason: the first thing we see of the outside world is blinding light. The last thing we see is blinding darkness. Negatives of reality, exposed onto the flesh of our brains, and developed in the chemicals of our existence.

Raising them up high
Held open to the sun

Rise, sun, moon, stars, planets. Set, sun, moon, stars, planets. Human lives, mesured out by their rhythms, known and unknown. Even the rhythm of our hearts, it measures out our lives, beat by beat by beat. When it stops, our souls are lost without that familar ticking of life's unstoppable clock, and wander alone until they find it again.


and in this place, can you reassure me
with a touch, a smile – while the cradle’s burning
all the while the world is turning to noise
oh the more that it’s surrounding us
the more that it destroys
turn up the signal
wipe out the noise

send out the signals deep and loud

lyrics from Peter Gabriel, Rhythm of the Heat, and Signal to Noise