RUINS

TWO NIGHTS AGO I DREAMED OF A BOY WHO MADE MUSIC
WITH SOME BUTTONS IN HIS FINGERS IT WAS BUILT INTO HIM
HE ALSO HAD SOME MAGIC SOME MAGIC IN HIS LEGS
HE COULD LEAP OVER ROOFTOPS AND HURDLE DUNES
BUT ONCE S A CHILD HE KILLED A FRIEND THIS WAY
HE DID NOT KNOW THE DUNE WOULD FOLLOW
HE DID NOT KNOW THE DUNE COULD FALL SO LOW

AND SO HE GREW UNKNOWINGLY AFRAID OF HIS POWERS
HE STOOD ONLY WATCHING AS TERROR BURNED DOWN HIS VILLAGE
A DISASTER NATURAL PERHAPS HE STOOD ONLY WATCHING

SO NOW HE ONLY LETS HIS FINGERS SING AT PARTIES
SO NOW HE INVITES THREE WOMEN TO THE BALL
AND THOUGH THEY ALL DRESS ONLY FOR HIM
TAKES NONE OF THEM WALKING...IN THE DUNES

LAST NIGHT HE DREAMED HE BLED ALL OVER EVERYTHING
LAST NIGHT HE DREAMED EVERYTHING IN RUINS

winter 92 santa fe
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