Enablers - Sudden Inspection | Текст песни

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A rainy Friday, Dave, though the high fogs have since moved in
and brought stillness. Nobody's out.
The contemplative life has unlocked the cupboards on the world out here,
drawing out our capable solitudes-- mine walking, yours what-or wherever.
It could very well be a far later hour if not for the waxwork
of a rain's afterlight. Or the train that's just pulled in
at the base of the hill.

Puddles render the sky perfectly, depleting their surfaces just deep enough to allow for a depth and clarity this passing Narcissus borrows
on the sly, watching myself in the overhead drifts.

One in particular. It can almost be heard, at lurk-speed,
coursing through the reflection as if somehow giving a taste
of the afterlife. All that fairy tale drollery just might be true.

That the dead are clouds now, and comprise the fogs that pass
in the eyes of occasional parking lot puddles (briefly contained, but living)
before the real time resumes and they move out into the rest of our lives,
continued, waiting out our senses to hatch something more than a name.

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