zenith

thinking long and hard about it today. i realized that if i could only ever listen to one piece of music for the rest of my life, i would have to choose the second guitar solo from Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb. i have never been so moved in my blood, guts, soul, heart, or head, by another piece of music. i don't know why. it makes me emotional every time i hear it - tears and goosebumps, no exceptions. it's primal and haunting and beautiful and exultant and chilling and desperate and anguished and euphoric and raw. it speaks to me like poetry and life. the second solo of this song is the first time i truly fell in love with music, and something reminds me of that every time i listen.

i love this video of it, because it is a version of this song, a live performance, that actually happened in my lifetime. i wish like hell i could have been at this concert in person.

anyway, there's one little important chels fact.

extrasensory

barefoot

beneath these

skirts

less an attempt

to maintain

workplace

informality than

it is a sensory

deprivation

thing

see, i

gotta feel

like i haven’t

stopped

feeling

this is one

of those

monday morning

attempts at

unwinding

& a little

work

avoidance

as necessary

a little

extrasensory

deprivation

thing

can’t stop

that tantalized

spineshiver

when i feel

him

reaching out

to trace

contours, so i

tremble

& curl

purr a little

push back

against a

vibe or

wavelength

like it’s a

solid

& it is

oddly

solid enough

so somehow

the smoke

clears a little

but i’m

okay

with that

today

piano fire

catwalk

what might
befall
behappen
& become

o best beloved

to this
wildest
of all
wild animals

who walks
by himself

all places
alike
unto him

let’s make a
little magic

a woman
wise
maybe as
wise as
a cat is
wild

maybe
a little
wild
as well

o best beloved

hear
attend
& listen

to a little
singing
magic

of wild tales
in wild woods

and if i say
a word
of praise

as you
walk away
in all
places

will you
come
into this
cave?

and if
i coo &
compliment
you a time
or two

will you
curl
beside
this fire?

and if
you get
a word
or three
from me

clever
cat

will you
keep
your
wild way

when
the moon
wakes
& night
shakes
wild
trees

but still
stay
a little
in the
day

anyway?

kitestrung

i knit
the silence
with these
fingertips

or try to
make
something
outta

soft nothing

unwords

all your
little
implosions

but i can't
knit so it
unravels
& i feel

kitestrung

to you
as you

float off
toward
all those

empty
spaces

so i
watch sky
& try

with my
feet tight
on earth

tonight.