Ganymede from Godspotting by Cielo Hemon
Tracklist
| 6. | Ganymede | 7:03 |
Lyrics
Ganymede
O God! I can’t use my credit cards
for any of this shit, no way through
these arid lands, these shriveled
willow twigs, the hollow streets gray
with strays, the cauliflowered heads,
the debris of the primeval matter.
A new death with each sharp cut,
the laws of love no longer apply,
the repetition never turns to beat.
The holy books again have blood
smears beside the pale coffee rings,
page corners have of late become
desert foxes’ clipped ears. It is clear,
to those of us in this endless dream,
that lives once overloaded with sense
now mean even less and will quickly
turn to a solid, thick end. Yet, soon,
on the far edge of this tired world,
perhaps on one of Jupiter’s moons,
we’ll find lakes rife with undead fish,
the shimmering possibilities of recovery,
and there’ll be somebody mesmerized
by the ripples moving away steadily
from the ceaselessly vanishing center,
until, breath by breath, over the years
beyond the end, the body will transcend,
make music from that which hasn’t perished.
