Ending things

Trying to write more these days, you must notice. I just moved my blog from the dormant but we still store it category to the slightly-more-appealing-to-advertisers writes daily category. At least for these few days. I realize Blogger must be quite passe at this point.

1. kite – crepe paper wings
2. bird – feathered wings
3. rocket – steel wings
4. angel – i don’t need wings anymore, i fly because i can

i’m a child i’m a child clinging to your skirt
i’m the little girl you never hurt
i’m a child 40 year old child just
come off a drinking binge

I go far I go my own way
And I’ll travel to the nearest stars. I go
falling out of orbit I’ll spin
chasing out of orbit and out of your time
heavens open moving past gravity
escape clutches thrown at me
since I was a child – I’ll begin I’ll begin I’ll begin
stretch thin and then break out of webs out of threads
you’ve no way to keep me any longer
keep me here
keep me

I’ll go there nearest star farthest star
doesn’t matter far just away from here
learn to follow my own instinct
learn to hold on to what i hold dear
learn to speak it’s name
[we learned it together Ellen and I and maybe that’s all friends are – people who have something to learn from each other for a period of time]
the name of my dream

i’m a child clinging to your skirt
i’m the litter girl who you never hurt
always hurt – acted out acted in
kept it in and learning to give out
give as good as i got
i’m a child 40 year old child
just come off a drinking binge
just now letting go, pulling threads, making fringe
something beautiful out of all that
fabric that bound me, covered me, enclosed me

and now i wonder how far i’ll go
clear as day crystal time the sunlight
like a kite i’m flying high
spread my wings
from a child a began to grow
middle of the night when it came to me

i’m a child i’m a child clinging to your skirt
i’m the little girl you never hurt
i’m a child 40 year old child just
come off a drinking binge

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like a kite i’m flying high – can you see me?
like a bird i spread my wings – can you feel me rush by?

out of orbit cruising out of orbit i go
gates of gravity open in front of me
laws of physics easily thrown aside