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letra de still life - kali masi

soft as silk, cool as clay-
we’re thrown into a promise kiln
made to break your heart of glass

like flowers, we all wilt on a winter days
our brittle stems get cut too soon to bloom
ash to ash, all too soon

i heard a sad song in a grocery played over high school shooting mourning shoppers
the still life of bruising fruit cloaked us in its sweet perfume

we were cracking ourselves up
now my voice cracks when they mention you
i packed a lens, thought it would heal you
if you could see for yourself inside a different light
focus on the real you
push-pinned to walls and taped to mirrors
meant to be revered: the image of you

[cut to]
refracted light covering pews
the messes of flown-in friends in borrowed suits
(to leave a glass half-full and a small town gutted)
i’m seeing red through all the blues
white roses bow their stems unto
the image of you, living proof
i never said i love you, i guess i thought you knew
ripples make the waves make the shorelines cave– we all do
i can’t say i’ve carried the weight in the invisible ways some do
the taller the mountain, the sweeter the view

now i’m walking the bridge in your shoes
my demons loom and they’re telling me to do it

seduced by stunts that seem profound
but don’t end the pain, they just push it around
my fingers laced a crown/the crowd
wet-faced for birthdays spent uncrowned
our quiet march to view the image of you

so, can i get a little noise made in here for my brothers?
one out from the bottle, one out from the bitter
and can i get little noise made in here for my mother?
three boys by herself. beat hunger, carcinoma
some noise made here for my father?
brought his chin up, brought himself up, calls to check up sundays still
can we make some noise for each other?
we’ll never fall short as long as we’re reaching
we’re never alone if there’s two hearts beating

i see no reason why any should fall victim again to a fools call
fall victim again
if you needed a friend–
yeah, i still get angry when i feel the void
i feel shame when i don’t feel joy
so will you please make some noise?
i get embarrassed and i get choked up when i l-st for the rope up
when the fools call lingers on my mind like the pool hall smoke stuck in our clothes
sometimes my head hangs so low i could swear that i’m in h-ll
so in your wake i volunteer:
custodian to fear and sorrow, to mine unfading grief for peace
through your ghost i see it clear; the silver lining cast along the image of you

like shadows cast by bruising fruit
stretched behind glass, forever viewed
like ash survived by all our action
the framed still life of—

- kali masi

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