Sappho's Future

Sappho’s Future

Please, release me, realize me, throw out the key, throw out the idea of a key, institute perhaps not, institute what have you, get out of town, go quickly, don't go, I love you, today I kept your grade school picture in my hand, is it still true, I have contacted the pasty members, I have collected dustdrops, I am asking you simply, what is the reason for the sunrise, I am conflicted, I am less of a solid persona, there is blood in every drop of water from the tap, I don't know anymore. 



Where is the molecule, what about the atom, I know about fusion, I am concerned for chaos, and chaos the understanding, chaos the reason for any sense that may occur in the universe, I parse out the lyrics of Sappho, the lyrics are fragments, there is no reason left to the words she made, the thousands of years ago, when she was in love, when she existed and loved, when she was real, cried down crystalline amoebas from her eyedrops, glued her heart to another, felt the wind lift up her hair upon leaving the building, felt it engulf & carry her, must have been mighty, must have been clean, we can't imagine, the smell of that wind. 



I am so purely, pure of a nightmare, pure in the sense that I let down your drawbridge; down into Paris, or darkest New York, the concept of crowded is burned in our pysche, the concept of city is forever hardcored, it's become hardwired in our minds, what about us with the city, where we mark and converge, where we disrupt and hooligan ourselves and run up against poor, where all of a sudden we are poor, and look up from the last drink, and see our eyes reflect in the sky; and wonder where she is, and wonder before, the last time that's haunting, the last time is peaceful, the last time is sure to drown out the sun, forever unbending but forever relenting, I am still here waiting, waiting for more.