Gabriel Yared - Greatest Hits

mmm...the rare composer who gives my soul rapture.  Just skip right to 725 and then start over. 

Descartes

My body awoke to the furnace of my mind

branding all my misdeeds like cattle

set to wander a grassless pasture

I don't know why my mind can't

put these things into some capsule

sneak them on to the dock of a rocket

send them on their way, they are no use to me.

My mind is filled with garbage. 

There's an obsessive-compulsive recycler

spinning in circles on a tricycle in the corridors of my brain

nothing new can come in. Nothing new has any room.

All the little nebulae, like faces pressed against a glass

voices, muffled by the thickness, are forced into silence;

the occasional screech that reaches beyond

there's so much trash piled up against the glass that I am barely

aware that I exist.  I want to sell off the garbage 

to some lumber company in Canada 

that makes shiny new castles out of recycled pasts

castles I'll never have to live in or walk.

I'll take my grass shack, my salt-dry lips, my thoughts--

the newness of them, like dew

on the grass, where cows graze,

chewing in contemplation