Blind First Violin
And I, want you in my grave
Wanted you in my toy box
You can't see me now
Like I seen you then
mmmm...
And I need you in my storyline
Like all good albatross
And protagonists who fell
In love with the dragon
I will make a ship
And fold it to a crane
To carry you in my plastic bag
To carry you in my mind
Another okay place you occupied
So you will breath
The air I breath
The dreams I made for you
With burning flames
With burning griefs
I know you will love the bloody rain too
I will clench the world for you
And paint the world in obliques for you
To see
To be besieged
To worship the forgotten histories
And make histories our enemy
Only to redo again
In crimson colours and odalisques
The stars have rising from the shiny sea
In crimson colours you will see, you'll see
January 2025
By Aran Meredith