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I come home at last, but it's not my home.

Who is dwelling between these walls?

Which color am I trying to save for later?

Faces in the kitchen, voices in the basement,

familiar as dogs. Who let them out?

I used to be loved, I choose to save blue.

You tell me to save the world, if not myself.

#poetry #poem #dustseeker

Three bands/artists you have listened to a lot in 2020? (And maybe a few words about why you like them?)

Damn. I’m out of the loop. Can’t really think of anything. So, instead I’ll give you the last three songs I soundhounded / shazammed:

Ryan Paris - Dolce Vita, because that ethereal keyboard tune is classic. It was somewhere embedded in my brain, so when I heard it I had to know the artist / title.

David Numwami - Le Fisc de l'Amour, because I thought, ‘hey, that’s a nice old tune I didn’t know of’, but it’s made in 2020! 70′s French chanson summer vibes.

Robyn - Beach2k20, apparently the lyrics are text messages. It makes me think of searing hot days; lazing off at the beach; waiting for the cool after sunset to go clubbing; sangria; young love and spitty kisses.

#this took a little longer cause I had to listen to those songs #they're nice #thanks for asking!#dustseeker

last sentence (i regretted deleting)

The icing hides many flaws. tagged by @scrumfestbasement tagging @dustseeker (because he likes The National)

#scrumfestbasement #dustseeker

out of words / at last.

#gif #fountain #paris #dustseeker

this must have been a poem

but it's over now

#dustseeker

I usually go

to bed with nothing

but a song /

to carry me over &

into a different

light:

—excerpt from this piece by @dustseeker

#insp: poetry #dustseeker

*(dustseeker) vibrating from one song & into another

Everything melted. Everything stayed,

the way rivers stay. They usually don’t.

Nothing should be yellow.

The possibility of light.

We are alive & it

& it obsesses us.

Who will read my body?

I resign & sign up for dinner

with someone like you.

It takes all night to unlearn you.

We burn things. It’s how we make them last / generally

speaking. Are we the light in twilight or

the ness in darkness or in Loch Ness?

Memorizing the names of every street where I

touched you touched

me. It hurts to stop

deep inside the

glacier. This night:

Us / tight.

Next time / pull me closer.

There is nothing

and there is

everything. I am something

in between.

Empty is the sound I emit

at daybreak.

Be water, I beg

& keep moving

in the shape

of a smilodon.

* (This poem consists entirely of phrases taken directly from dustseeker’s blog, specifically, the past year. Inspired by Annie Dillard’s work with found poetry, I have added nothing, only taken words from his poems and strung them together as a word collage.)

#poetry #found poetry #dustseeker #word collage no. 5