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Re: Stacks (Bon Iver)

This my excavation and today is kumran

Everything that happens is from now on

This is pouring rain

This is paralyzed



I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time

It’s hard to find it when you knew it

When your money’s gone

And you’re drunk as hell



On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks are your load

In the back with your racks and you’re un-stacking your load



I’ve twisting to the sun I needed to replace

The fountain in the front yard is rusted out

All my love was down

In a frozen ground



There’s a black crow sitting across from me; his wiry legs are crossed

And he’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss

Whatever could it be

That has brought me to this loss?



On your back with your racks as the stacks as your load

In the back and the racks and the stacks of your load

In the back with your racks and you’re un-stacking your load



This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization

It’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be

Safe with me

this is my voice of reason.
all I have is my open palms, cupped together to make
a chalice.
go ahead, pour, and drink up because
someday you may never be thirsty again.
and while you’re trying to memorize the feel of
cool water and the chill of crackling ice,
I’ll be drawing maps
finding alternate routes
and common ground for us to keep inside
jars and then later we can say,
“remember when we scooped this up from..”
and
“this water came from..”
and there will then be pages
of history and at the very top and very bottom
of the table of contents
look, there’s you
and there’s me.

this is brand new! more to come, but I have to go to work.