(mp3) the long dark blues: songs: ohia "PLACES, EVERYONE."
to describe the sense of direction
we are going
would be like taking apart a clock,
carelessly.
when the back is pried loose with a knife.
when the hands are untied between fingertips.
when the gears are pulled out quickly.
a spring,
tightly wound to begin with,
will propel itself outward.
violently,
forcefully,
outward.
and all that will remain
will be an empty movement.
some scattered parts.
the tiny remainders,
unable to coexist
within this space.
where the lack of tension
creates
a useful nothing.
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