The Crowd

I have had an unusually large amount of red wine this week, and I feel somewhat light...

"'The apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet black bough.'
Ezra Pound found the formula,
The houses are rectangular,
But life is curved, not angular.
So when things start to strangle you,
Remember:
Rain still falls on the halls of power.
New babies being born every hour.
And the eagle keeps watch on the old clock tower
Over me...

Lord, unchain my hands.
Let me sing inside the crowded trams.
Let me dance among the traffic jams.
We're gonna sleep on the St. Kilda sands.

Lord, unbind my feet.
Let me mingle with the good people we meet.
Water rising up into the street.
Unbind my feet..."


Keepin' it real...