Loved Jake's poem so asked him to recite it so I could put music to it:
Those pale quiet hours of the morning
Pregnant and vulnerable
Ready to conceive the typical and the weird
The day by day and the unbelievable
What we know or at least expect
And what we would never in our wildest dreams suspect
Teems with the certainty
That absolutely nothing
Nothing is what it seems
Those pale quiet hours of the morning
Where the world is asleep but there is an awakening
Few are aware of but all feel
That vibrant slumber
Where the veil of dreams is about to lift
And the pendulum will once again shift to the left because how could there be a right in a world where the only light shines mockingly at the end of a tunnel so dark and so deep I've lost my feet and can't see the walls or the ceiling that surrounds me
An endless metro stretch
Leading to the place all roads lead
Terra incognita
The ether
No mans land
I can hear the bullet drops of rain
Rattling against the window pane
Oozing through my ears
Face drenched in sweat
Matching the static of my tv
It's like clearing out the wine stain on the carpet
And feeling like I've tampered with a crime scene
Where I'm the killer and I'm the victim
I am the judge jury and executioner
And now the walls of the tunnel begin to dance with shadows
And the mocking light edges ever closer with the trajectory of a bullet in the form of a train and the reality hits me that this train, this light obscure yet so clear is my future revealed my life is here
