So I've been trying to tell you, but I don't know, don't know if you understand the shapes
of things -
Do you know why it is that cathedrals resonate
so well? They're in thirds, taller than wide, with arches
at the top -
Do you know a tuning fork
A cathedral is in the same shape,
Each arch carrying noise up to the skies
You never listen to me.
And this silence, it's bullshit,
keeping all of the would-be tones in the depths of your lungs
with the alvioli.
It's a jealous thing, this silence
and this death
Do you know your body is perfectly proportioned
Do you know Michaelangelo
? He knew proportions.
don't, don't have to, but your armspan is your height perfectly.
Your foot is as long as the inside of your forearm.
Your hands fit around you;
once is your wrist
two hands is your neck
four hands is your waist -
Did you know these things before you put your body into the dirt?
keep growing after you are dead.
They used to be afraid of being buried alive
because they used to find each other with claw marks
on the insides of coffins
and it was paranoia
I found claw marks on that space that is as long as your foot, and the one that your hands fit twice around,
And I am afraid of being buried alive,
with you, here
in this school of mahogany
of books half as thick as they are tall,
and the body weighs just slightly less after you are dead