Thought much but said little
Always foreboding gloomy things
It’s a common drill,
We move rashly when we ought to stand still
Thought much still cannot speak
Only hold on and blink
Wrinkled yet lucid
We harden when we ought to stay fluid
Sink back into our toes
There’s nothing to go back down below
Think of something good
Suspect your mistrust
Be good, don’t leave the path
Longed much but got little
Don’t know you half as well as I’d like
In all likelihood
The true obstruction is within my thinking
As much as I may want to
Blame others for my adversities
Floods to rotten fish
They’re the profit of my futile beliefs
We are what we repeatedly do
The way we carry ourselves
Molds and shapes our cells
This place is so empty,
My thoughts are so tempting.
Flip the script
Don’t bloat
Stay afloat
Sink back into our toes
There’s nothing to go back down below
Think of something good
Suspect your mistrust
Be good, don’t leave the path
[“In the widest sense of the word.
It is an education. An education.
It is something like antique philosophy
And not what we understand by technique
It is something that touches upon the whole of man
And which challenges also the whole of man.
It is an education.
Widest sense of the word.”]
Every day until a Covid vaccine is found, Temporary Residence makes one of its records Name Your Price. Today’s is a classic from EitS. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2020
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