Adrienne Rich - Itinerary lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Itinerary lyrics]
Burnt by lightning nevertheless
She’ll walk this terra infinita
Lashes singed on her third eye
Searching definite shadows for
An indefinite future
Old shed-boards beaten silvery hang
Askew as sheltering
Some delicate indefensible existence
Long grasses shiver in a
Vanished doorway’s draft
A place of origins as
Yet unclosured and unclaimed
Writing cursive instructions on abounding air
If you arrive with ripe pears
Bring a sharpened knife
Bring cyanide with the honeycomb
Call before you come
Let the face of the bay be
Violet black the tumbled torn
Kelp necklaces strewn alongshore
Stealthily over time arrives the chokehold
Stifling ocean’s guttural chorales a tangle
Of tattered plastic rags
In a physical world the
Great poverty would be
To live insensate shuttered against the fresh
Slash of urine on a wall
Low-tidal rumor of a river’s yellowed mouth
A tumor-ridden face asleep on a subway train
What would it mean to not possess
A permeable skin explicit veil to wander in
A cracked shell crumbles
Sun moon and salt dissect the faint
Last grains
An electrical impulse zings out ricochets
In meta-galactic orbit's
A streak of nervous energy
Rejoins the crucible
Where origins and endings meld
There was this honey laden question mark
This thread extracted from the open
Throat of existence Lick it clean!
Let it evaporate
She’ll walk this terra infinita
Lashes singed on her third eye
Searching definite shadows for
An indefinite future
Old shed-boards beaten silvery hang
Askew as sheltering
Some delicate indefensible existence
Long grasses shiver in a
Vanished doorway’s draft
A place of origins as
Yet unclosured and unclaimed
Writing cursive instructions on abounding air
If you arrive with ripe pears
Bring a sharpened knife
Bring cyanide with the honeycomb
Call before you come
Let the face of the bay be
Violet black the tumbled torn
Kelp necklaces strewn alongshore
Stealthily over time arrives the chokehold
Stifling ocean’s guttural chorales a tangle
Of tattered plastic rags
In a physical world the
Great poverty would be
To live insensate shuttered against the fresh
Slash of urine on a wall
Low-tidal rumor of a river’s yellowed mouth
A tumor-ridden face asleep on a subway train
What would it mean to not possess
A permeable skin explicit veil to wander in
A cracked shell crumbles
Sun moon and salt dissect the faint
Last grains
An electrical impulse zings out ricochets
In meta-galactic orbit's
A streak of nervous energy
Rejoins the crucible
Where origins and endings meld
There was this honey laden question mark
This thread extracted from the open
Throat of existence Lick it clean!
Let it evaporate