Opera Jupiter

At a certain point I decided to write all I had to say to him or to her curse in a song all the forms I had watched cast formed into plaster but not forever as even clay and a bit more stone the ability to withstand substantial force my oh my didn’t you know I can’t see I could only always feel and openly admit to what I had feared they were gonna play me at first a strum and then an iron fist wrapped around my chest only I could unclench my breath when I fell in love it took all I had to remember to keep on breathing so anyway it’s always funny — from a far a fantasy of games and transactions grows so stale as the chestnut a symbol of old stories my friend gave to me after hearing the same broken record upon repeat the past only has charm for so long my oh my I couldn’t make out such forms for their aches had never taken any place within my space until their absence showed me where I had taken such blows those losses torn made more space for light and I found the love in losing my oh my too late I learned of those who were never dear but had seen something I had that I never even knew was within me I thought it was nary a vine some kind of invasive species wanted but couldn’t by those who wouldn’t bind their bodies to the resonance of a technology older than algorithms haven’t you found by now no cares about medicine cabinets and the truth is in how deeply honest the soul goes below the sea a bed of molten heat warming our plains and protecting our terrains from errant chunks of cosmological material and that’s why I was so very sad all the damn autumn long I felt the depth of such a truth all along my oh my sure darling I can entertain for a fee but never for free my oh my how many times do those feigning good tell me how they were bad but instead of hearing I projected an image of light and hoped for the good only to find out how many make someone else bad to make themselves glad I tend to be naive and sad of heart and in mind had only I known what ails the empty and mad contained a hole that forgot all comes from the connection to divine from within my oh my a golden rule making me blue conflates planned actions with stories about aliens or sex with the devil a friend once called upon became the one who failed to face a way to equilibrate the highs and lows so through hearing her hateful words about our friends I held up a phrase non such could longer pass hear through my ears I had to say enough, since the sages of time foretold all creatures who failed to change eventually their true skins do begin to show my oh my in the loss and absence of one out of the blue a woman wrote to me a poem that gave me so much joy I sang a tune thank you, I said to her in Romania from my touchscreen in Norway for forming words touching my heart such a magic benevolent and magnificent those words a world different from another one who showed me later to not be my friend one lost opens a whole new realm in wait my oh my I had only suffered because I absorbed all kinds of fears lacking in any faith in the Him growing from within that’s when the first fall began my oh my each time I would climb a little deeper I would fall until one day I heard my own call deep in the dark stillness a light contained an echo of my voice in various tenors and bass in each person eventually resonating mysteriously in soprano. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit lelapin.substack.com/subscribe