I Can See For Miles & Miles.

when i listen to Bi and Bp, i never feel crowded. 
i never feel fear or contempt or rage or worry.
their voices, Justin and Israel's; 
criss-cross and make a melody that could never be copied.

i can't really explain how i feel when i hear them.
it's like the big bang.
exploding into billions and million of pieces,
creating the beauty of the universe.

it's like feeling invisible even when you know that you're making a footprint.
it's like hearing the winds speak to you,
even though all it is is whistling in your ears.

listening to Justin is like listening to the hearts.
and listening to Israel is like listening to the cries of souls.
together, it's like listening to the world,
feeling every single thought;
as if it was your own.

that morning sky just gave me a look
so i left while you were sleeping
that's all it took
and i chalked a line south down the coast
going where my thirst was open
for the things that i don't know

i've never felt like this while just listening.
i usually think there is something to do, or to accomplish,
that i have to move, get on my feet,
walk, run, glide, skip,
ANYTHING.

but no.
all i have to do is close my lids and open my drums.
embrace the silence of myself,
and just hear the melodies of everything else.

"someway, baby, it's a part of me, apart from me"
you're laying waste to Halloween
you fucked it friend, it's on his head, it struck the street
you're in Milwaukee, off your feet

Christmas night, it clutched the light, the hallow bright
above my brother, i and tangled spines
we smoked the screen to make it what it was to be
now to know it in my memory

when pupils adjust to the light,
my back creaks as i sit up.
i breathe, cough, and breathe again.

for a long time, i forget.
i forget how the world is so vast and ominous,
and unimaginably beautiful at the same time.
it shocks me every time i fit headphones into my ears,
every time i walk without fear.
and every time i deafen myself so that i can again see.

so hold high have faint your reasons
(Boy, you'll never get on)
don't you forget you came from nothing
(Boy, you'll never get on)
that wind is calling my name
and i won't wait
or i'll never get on.

...and at once i knew i was not magnificent
high above the highway aisle
(Jagged vacance, thick with ice)
i could see for miles, miles, miles

everything is beautiful.
you just need to cease all the noise;
before you can see.

are your eyes closed?
if so,
then you understand.

with love and light,
eve morgan