“Now I've heard there was a secret chord...” ~Leonard Cohen

Then the heart was struck
The rivers dark by way of
Old roads, old crows & old clocks
Down by the railway docks
There was no life left in Babylon
This haunting, this hunting wind (and wild)
Winds through this cut heart
And the drink of my swollen lip
All the best ways were already taken
By night, the owls opened up
(While Frank played on the radio)
As urgent as the death of virgins
Behind the veil of the pistol & gin
What any man would do
When he hears his heart on the end
(As if down on his knees)
Of a tree branch, with the willows
And oaks dying, the forest no longer comforts
And intimate is the expression
Deep in the design of fate
By name it is nature
That the heart is struck, like an old car
On a simple road
And broken down: Jeff Buckley
On the Chevy’s radio, all the memories that bleed
In a moonlight sonata full of blues and holes
B Flat notes and Holy Ghosts
Listening to
“Hallelujah...

“The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift.”
The end will always be horror
Will always bring sorrow
The great event always beautiful
And so you are, though you’ll never know

If you ever have doubted this heart.

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