CURRENTS

what life is; and the piano

i wake up early
and lie there watching
watching my true love sleep
watching my little dog sleep

so alike

bags of flesh and bone
holding onto this life
holding onto their names
their designations
their passports on this plane
their respective duties

i know the truth

the universe propagates conscious life
and puts it in furry sacks
puts it in soft pink skin
puts it in shiny brindle bodies
puts it in bags

of flesh and bone

oh, when you get old
when you get old you know
the truth. the old are not wise
but we sure are old
and we're used to being fooled
we see through things
easily

so i know not to worry
i know me and my little dog and my true love
we're not going to part
we're not going to be separated
because we're the same one
lying here

better remember this one

the universe propagates conscious life
and puts it in furry sacks
puts it in soft pink skin
puts it in shiny brindle bodies
puts it in bags

better respect those bags
better respect those
little vessels of consciousness

there must be an amazing punishment

for not doing so

and about that piano:

they made the piano so i could play it. they built it around my need. i didn't come in here and say, oh, a piano, i must learn how to play this machine. i came here knowing perfectly well already and i said hey it's a machine and it has 88 buttons, called keys, some black, some white, and it makes sounds called music, and each key makes a sound higher or lower than the one next to it; build this thing, build it for me, i came to play it. make it and make it fast, i need it.

i'd think that would be obvious.