#273 it's all the same song

the silver tongue sighs the weary weep the meek dream while lovers plead and resistors resist it’s all the same song it’s not that complicated even the parts we don’t understand or the strange harmony that spins and twists up into space it’s all the same song the one we’re singing every open mouth from the first to the last it’s all the same song voices rise and carry like newspapers in windstorms fragments of clues swirling like swallows pretending they know every word it’s all the same song the one we’re singing every open mouth from the first to the last it’s all the same song epw 1.18.07 perrysburg, oh