I was still me and they were still they
but the four elements
made the three of us the one basic thing that we are
and then none of it
and then everything all over again
Leaking leaking leaking
we sat, lay, bounced, ran on rail road ties, peed on the lawn
over and over again
The familiar linear timeline shrank down into a coil
(a tiny speck of a spiraling boing-boing curl)
then the coil became microscopic
it leaned just hard enough into itself
and exploded, becoming
a swimming pool
stalks of corn
a 50's diner
three leather couches
From the distance, their engines revving, interpreted by our gentle ears we discovered it just means
I LOVE YOU MAN
The hearth of my heart is on fire now,
a safe glow no longer a threat cause we're drenched with the rains that came later, sudden, lulling us to sleep
"This is the part where we get to do that dreaming thing again."
The Musician asked the Therapist, "So, it's your job to know?" and the Love Puddle said "Of course it's our job to know... we're Dinosaurs."
And so we remembered.
released March 26, 2014
Created, performed and produced by Megan Burns
Thank you Cole Bee Wilson and Brian Mayhall for your time, energy and input. You helped make this better.
Thank you Brie and Mahrs for taking the journey with me that lead to our intrinsic dino-knowledge!
And so much gratitude for all the sweet sweeties who continually support, love and inspire. You help make me better.
Cover art (behind the dinos) by Sean DiIanni
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