The Edge of the Western World

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a validation, repose, a homage

the greatest times are not ornate

sometimes I forget they are serene moments where

history and future draw a line through present on a city street



it’s happening tonight 

driving a taxi sitting on the beach in dark



“well, this isn’t going to make you rich,” he says

“surround yourself with the wealthy and play golf.”

(and I know he’s right) that this life won’t pay

the spare cab lurches and bounces down 

Marina to Diamond Heights



I sit the stoic therapist because I have nothing to say

and at end of session he’s in tears - oh, the ruin of his life



I choose relative poverty

and the sound of the ocean

the waves crash, but I can’t see them through

the fog that blankets the edge of the western world



glass towers give way to pastel cubes out here

American thought pushed to the water on wagon trains

rail lines and ships – steam rollers will make you mad



I will be here again and again

I will always hear the waves, but I will never see them crash

the city at sleep: empty boulevards and wisps of fog in wind

memories of love gone



and the promise of loves to come

intersection, hope, goodnight



I choose relative poverty

and the sound of the ocean

the waves crash, but I can’t see them through

the fog that blankets the edge of the western world


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from Thread, released September 17, 2013

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