Thursday, July 08, 2004

moxon movement

red wine flowed after the gig
and the chainti smiles collected the sounds
of what will be known henceforth as

the moxon movement

he said 'no intro thought i'd leave the chords just hanging'
oh they did - the chords hung in the air like kites without strings
and if tempo drives them crazy let madness reign in

the moxon movement

the truth but not the whole truth simply the sweet part he knew
and the hymns sung solemn and rich in the heart settling
in the territory of sublime v i b r a t i o n of

the moxon movement

move around but how could we when the spaces between the sphere
of you and i and thou and me and mom and dad & the mud hut
slippery sliding eyes shut awake listening to

the moxon movement





from a lost letter . . .

. . . the real challenge is the creation of art in life made all the more so beautiful because you recognize that the tragic moments to impose meaning, in this massively indifferent universe, are even more possible and cannot endure the vastness of eternity which we call

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