The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

gltsch

http://www.alansondheim.org/gltsch.mp4

just when you think you're hollow enough to swallow the world,
and there's nothing left for you to do but cuddle under the walls,
light bursts forth, dissolving everything in a blue-screen wreck,
and everything you ever loved dearly topples and bursts away,
leaving the brilliance of shattered light over and over again,
and your fear oozes out, and you're disappearing a little more,
breaking everything down as you collapse in tears of misery and pain,
and you breathe and there's no air, bleed and there's no blood,
drown and there's no lake, burn, and there's no fire,
and you shout, there's pictures, pictures, pictures,
and you scream, there's magazines and book and plenty to hear,
and you cry, there's places to go and the moon is always full,
and the moon is always bright, and the moon is always there,
and you're listening to the murmur of seas lapping on sullen shores,
and those walls keep on crackling and the light keeps coming through,
and just when you think you're still alive, you've already passed
through the light, and just when you think you're still alive,
you've hardly passed at all