COMPOST HYMN
A worm split in two must be
an ideogram for something.
Someone once said nothing
incomprehensible on earth can exist—
rather, one’s vantage point
obscures understanding past
the point of sanity. Yes, this world
belongs to scavengers, and yes
we are briefly a part of it. This city
could be any city alive enough
to be mistaken for an elsewhere.
Often our linear notions are nothing
more than whims: the weather carries
this thought like a balloon to the clouds,
the lake below a tiny memory
of a door boarded up from the inside.
Adam Clay
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I’m climbing this ladder
My head in the clouds
I hope that it matters
I'm having my doubts
I'm watching the skaters
Fly by on the lake
Ice frozen six feet deep
How long does it take?
I look out on peaceful lands
With no war nearby
An ocean of shaking hands
That grab at the sky
I'm singing this borrowed tune
I took from the Rolling Stones
Alone in this empty room
Too wasted to write my own
I'm climbing this ladder
My head in the clouds
I hope that it matters
Neil Young
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LINKS: Borrowed Tune (Neil Young cover), played by Hayo van Reek (thank you Hayo!): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Edbu1136Dbg&ab_channel=HayovanReek
