because if it’s any consolation, there’s something there – so he whispered in my ear trailing the shadow that taunts me in the mirror, I walked out the side door to lands we’ve lost our touch there I found faces, uncounted, unrecognized laying where they had fallen though some of them had still moved and those crimson tears turned to ice upon their cheeks, I stared as the off-season snow gently erased all signs of war and with them all signs of life somebody has to clean up after us, I knew, but I didn’t know because they don’t tell you... they don’t tell you that the aftermath of death can be so beautiful.
because if it’s any consolation, there’s something there – so they said to me that day watching you disappear and reappear like some sort of phantom or ghost, possessed if possession means to take care of me the way you stared perfectly expressionless and snatched the bill out of my hands, the way you turned to check your footprints to see if I was still there even if I wasn’t and the silence when you were hurting still one-sided, because this time you weren’t important... I don’t know how you kept me alive.
because if it’s any consolation, there’s something there – so he sang from his heart to mine watching you spiral in the depths of your love because you felt your emotions too much because you needed something others could not give, you made these perfect songs these perfect, painful, healing songs that have made you immortal, but I’m sorry that the love of millions could not save you that people following in death could not bring you back alive because your wounds ran too deep for even you to heal yourself… but still from the sky you heal us – and we don’t stop to wonder why.
because if it’s any consolation, there’s something there – so they said in a single breath gazing into the windows of your soul and keeping perfect time the way we breathe in unison, the way our hearts beat in unison as the words pour out through our multiplied voices and wreathe, alive, around millions of waiting eyes this is the way when you say “I cannot do this alone” because there is power here when there is two and if a whole is not just the sum of its parts… there is no longer any point in trying to quantify it.
because if it’s any consolation, there’s something there – so she murmured as she died I went for you to forbidden lands questing for something I did not know and as the waves lapped at my feet I reached for the light of long-gone stars that reached me for the endless expanse that beckons because it is not only life and death that beckons and as the setting sun transformed the sky and sea to a wildfire almost instantly put out, I cried knowing that there’s something in nature that humans can’t contain... but when it comes to this feeling, we can’t even contain ourselves.
This mini-compilation is paired with the B-side extended poem Meditations: Read Here