Chapter 19∞

Live, secret Concert Yann Tiersen from his new album Infinity (2014) :) lyrics: To live outside the pale Is to wither and die. Beyond the pale there are only Dressed-up cadavers. They are wound up each day, Like alarm clocks. They perform like seals; The die like box-office receipts. But in the seething honeycomb There is a growth as of plants An animal warmth, almost suffocating A vitality which accrues From rubbing and gluing together A hope which is physical, As well as spiritual. A contamination which Is dangerous but salutary Small souls perhaps, Burning like tapers, But burning steadily-- And capable of throwing Portentous shadows on the walls Which hem them in. All goes round and round. Creaking, wobbling, lumbering, Whimpering sometimes, But round and round and round . Then, if you become very still, Standing on a stoop, for instance, And carefully think no thoughts, A myopic, bestial clarity besets your vision.