Watching a plane fly under a cloudy sky while I listen to piano music. Close your eyes Like a dream Mind shall turn from thing to thing. The sky is like Judas. The Sun kissed her back. The thundercloud knew this and twisters are wracking the earth. Light enfolds my eye even though it's dark outside nothing can grow without being useless. It's peaceful. Old friend playing Landslide on guitar Builds a home by a city tower. Highrise grows like weeds. Floorspace no one needs. Keeps us cozy (Jesus knows me). Oboe reeds are picking slowly chords of Fleetwood moments Keep them going! DROP your home a thou- sand stories Clouds adore me missed the sky who doesn't last from time to time. The empty building helps her see reflections of those same sewn streets. We watch the plane we watch the sea while guitar music helps me sleep. The old pianist stops sees his window with raindrops and streaks like the tires (is tapped like feet) that cover our overcast (sunless) streets with bustling people who love to grow older and shall never die (or not if you asked them) under thundercloud skies.
This is downright playful… filling us in on not only the tangible space, but also its sonic properties, its perfume, truly creating in three dimensions the underbelly of the underbelly.
Trenchantly done, Nathaniel! Love the YouTube content btw