now here a hero is born or bred to be caught and shot and skinned and bled and reshaped from his hero’s form – drained, smashed, altered, torn, and held on high in loud new shape – an empty shell for those who scrape and stuff the corpse for any buyer; an ideal for sale is an ideal liar.
There was a plan, once, once there was a plan, winding paths through mountains, over streams, to get us where we’re going – there was a plan, once, we all saw it, etched the left-and-right the north-and-west into our eyes – then burned the map and trusted memory – and along the way, we all agreed on every turn, every step, yet somehow, somehow, we are lost.
before the war and after the war, with empty quivers and empty stores – first to bring survival, and then, because they survived – they gathered and sang and they were dancing when fields burned, and they were dancing and dreaming and forgetting.
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I’ve been debating about adding some context to the descriptions for some of the pieces. This piece seems pretty straightforward so it’s not really an issue here, but let me know if you’d like a little explanatory blurb on some future videos.
before your were born, you were grown from watermelon vines and the flesh of beasts, the fruits of the deeps, you were formed and nurtured, from the grains of the soil, perhaps, from the soil itself – how grand and impossible these bodies, on Earth since creation, reassembling and devouring all shapes, all fleshes, all skins.