cipher

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over,
to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
and the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the the math enough to know the dangers of a second guessing,
doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.

And I know the pieces fit.

Classes start tomorrow. This is remarkable on many levels. For instance:
1. I haven't a clue as of yet what time any of them are. I need to go check on that.
2. I can't conceive of going back into the classroom right now. This week is going to suck extensively.

And so forth. Books, too. There's a problem.

On the bright side, The Arcade Fire rocks my world, and A Whisper in the Noise put on one fuck of a show.

Z-10 days.