These words came out very quickly and didn't seem to need much editing but I'm really not sure what I think of them. By the end it feels silly. Maybe it should be chopped in half. The music is an unrelated fun messy snippet of goof.
Horse Shoes
Things I smelt and saw
I work the past into fine articles
horse shoes and chain mail
protection worn in other times
and while i work, I smell and see
not just my tools, the pen and paper of now
but duh the bits of the past i am working
the articles i wish to transform
and as the day passes, I see them in a new light
and a new light, and another
forevery light of day is new
and i start to see the object-to-be
and to know it better than any other friend
you cannot know a person like a horse shoe
predict every surface and lump
but even a horse shoe may surprise you
the way it glints or sounds when dropped in a certain way
on a certain surface
you cannot know the world like you know a horse-shoe
it is just too big
you can try to predict its movements
and sometimes you will be right
it is the same with people
people are worlds
worlds are enormous
people are enormous
they just don’t fill much space
some take up more in the hope of proving their invisible bigness, absorbing houses and SUV’s
even a horse-shoe can keep whispering to you for weeks and years
“remember who made me?
how hard I was to pay for?
how stubbornly i refused to become what i am now?”
a song contains words, lessons:
“This is how it feels to be lonely;
this is how it feels to find yourself on the ground and not know how you got there;
this is how it feels to be unalone and inspired!”
It is no surprise, then,
that people, who make words, meaning, whispers, lessons constantly
and live long, re-regenerated lives
are impossible to know the way you know a horse-shoe
But it is also no surprise that they are such fun to try to know:
to learn with through failure and play
