There have been thunderstorms moving through...our first of the season. How fitting that they should arrive today...on the first day of my birth month. The first day it has felt like summer.
Amidst the rumbling, flashing, brooding and ever darkening-ness of this evening, the sun came out. The black sky beyond looked all the blacker; the rainbow that much more beautiful. And, since the sun chose the very moment it was hailing to come out, the sky was full of tumbling opals...ice on fire.
And, this delicious sky is the aftermath of the atmosphere's hissy fit...
Why'd you cut holes in the face of the moon base? Don't you know about the temperature change In the cold black shadow? Are you mad at your walls Or hoping that an unknown force can repair things for you? Pardon all the time that you've thrown into your pale grey garden? If the ship will never come you've got to move along
Even a bird would want a taste of dirt from abyssal dark The prick of a feather could make a kingdom burn and the bloodshed start The falling apart Made me a shadow in the shape of wonder The waves of black If she's going under I can hold my breath till the sky comes back Or drown like a rat, rat, rat He's a rat!
To catch a monster We make a movie Set the tempo And cut and cut its brains out It will inspire on the burning pyre Half the distance Half the motion Communication It's easy as the ocean
