Catchers

from Southeastern Blues by I.Witness

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Catchers

Blue haze mixed up with despair rushes through the night with tailwind.
Shielding streetlights with itself, struggling through elms wet branches with whistling
October rain, blending with mud, will force all the watchdogs to hide their snouts deep in kennels
It is more than fear, its lurking outside your windows. Fury, addiction - the very place where you drowning your days, burying everything you could change in this fall. Disregarding faces of those who were laughing in your eyes: that is all for today, neither to repair nor to correct.Did the sunset ever answer on the question “what to do tomorrow?” bathing in the last grass, resting in sunbeams of autumnal sun.Is there a wish to leave your home when other houses burn?We are losing our strength of will, our fists slacking and you can never go away from this anguish in spite of this fall is keeping us together. The smoke of dozens of bonfires and billions of chimneys. Time will show all those who are with us and who are still friends.Void rye fields and exhausts of centuries of cars.All roads lead to mountains and mist.There is nothing here but headlights aiming at the sky. We catch the signals of each other by scratches of silent airwaves
Catchers in our personal rye.Everybody in their own autonomic space, and we are not allowed to swim over floats.It is hard to be a key figure in destinies of others without having same ones behind your back.We are brothers of those who do not remember their descents. Branches of family tree are rotting one by one.

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from Southeastern Blues, released October 25, 2010

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