twin peaks

and as water is to sand
a boy is to a girl
like a bird to the sky
like a candle to the night
he coughs
she hurts
he cries
she pounces
down
he laughs
she takes out knives
to make illusions
for aspiring backstabbers
beware
beware
be gone
he will die
then so will she
if you know what i mean
and you know what i mean
like a rowboat
without oars
upstream
she'll cup her hands
then paddle
she'll cup her hands
then scream
to anyone at all
to catch her fall
after the fall
of the only part of her
that did not blind her eyes
in mirrors
and car windows
be soft
be not unkind
and avoid the wrath
the judgement
the glacier-chilled glare
of her own reflection
cup her hands
then drink
from the well of suffering
bound to run out
just as soon as suffering
signs the cross
on the forehead of a child
and bids the world
adieu
mon vieux
adieu
cup her hands
call out
adieu...
to this beautiful day....