strung out together on a telephone wire

through some great expanse of miles

i imagine all the things you find funny

and remember all the things i don't

i'm facing a silence that i never have heard

in the place where we begin and end

that infinite circle full of things

we don't understand and have never seen

what's the connection to the

other side of the line?

i'm searching for a meaning in

the remnants of a foggy day

i'm strumming these strings

to the sound of the rain

but i'm not sure if it's still raining

there's a book of lies sitting out on your shelf

and a lonely face looks back at you in the mirror

i'm sorry that i forgot to mention

that the feeling is mutual when

i'm facing a silence that i never have heard

in a place where we begin and end

an infinite circle full of things

we don't understand and have never seen

in a silence we have never ever heard

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Author guidance for This work

This was loosely based on a poem titled Step Out Onto the Planet about drawing a circle around yourself and discovering all of the things inside. And then I kind of tied it together with being confused about another person and trying to figure it out in that circle... I just recorded not even ten minutes after jotting it down in my notebook, its kind of rough, haven't gotten all the bells and whistles straightened out but you can check out the recording on my myspace page to get a better idea of what it's all about: http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=444624175

updated Jan 19 '09 by NouvelleBardot