Circle Takes The Square - Interview At The Ruins
“Hide the petals underneath that bedroom floorboard
and they will wither without fail or success.
Put the people in the hollow box they crafted,
bolt the doors and watch them perish.
Its a cautious descent, so polite and pensive at first.
But the only truth is change, have patience
(every hundredth year, a single breath and then its over…)
Even if only for a minute for a minute its over.
Even if only for a minute.
So brave in the face of all those roots that ruin,
to stand so tall when in fact in ruins.
To face that corner of the box and dive in,
just the sound alone of its humble breath.
A murmur from the ruins echoes softly as the roots undo, and the branch becomes…”
- Person 1: Close my eyes. Pull my heart strings. Pour my tears from your hand. Connections are never easy. You said empty words. Empty soul, I believe that we are afraid of one another.
- Person 2: And I, I believe that you have died within me... I fade from myself. I miss you again. I fade from myself. I miss you again... again. What have we got? Bloody broken and hidden away. I seek the rope from which we will hang, or so it seems, the dance of flesh on flesh has rendered us blind.
- Person 1: I look into eyes, I look into stone. It's better to be stepped on than left all alone...so now I choke on yesterday when I was someone and I wonder where 'forever' went, and how our 'everything' came undone. I opened my eyes and the heaven beneath us died.