Jim Carroll - August lyrics

The shower of black infants across the infected landscape birds, glaringly inhibited, as they dissolve into the disappearance of boundaries on a sea, filthy and darkened with bodies where pa**ion rests beside the white canvas... Im lost again as Im waking as a wave would wake had it reached the shore: it's like movement, something which bores us terribly, but remains for a time to be never forgotten. as somewhere there is a series of colors winging their imperfect light above your feeble reaction to it all and spreading like blankets of trees in winter onto the cold metal surrounding you while all Im doing is gliding toward some future, composed of plants and stones, that pa**ionate oasis, aware of fire dragged through the mist of all those other possibilities: moonlike emotion over this flat harbor moon exhausted across your embarra**ed hand where I finger this light eventually of the rainbow you have constructed like numbers along the map of some great thruway thoughtlessly arranging some final confusion: in the morning up early to look for you