100 Freeman Street, Greenpoint, NY, 2008
100 Freewoman street. -
I saw that door again
it looked at me
with its heavy look of steel
Open I ordered
Let me in
I walked up the same stairs
the steps smelled like a memory that was erasen
the steps smelled like a memory that
cries out to be new again
I walked the same corridor
passed the wood factory
and found new life
at the cat cow studio
And suddenly I turned to the right
my eye made a hole through the walls
of
102
to
103
to
104
was it 104?
i cant remember
i saw through
walls of broken lives
walls of others
walls that are not ours anymore
the promise is still there
in the sounds of those walls
"This house I made for us"
its just getting nice outside
Look at the Moon
Feel the misty night
Monica Naam and I
we walk and talk
we walk and talk
Break the link
or keep it
Break the link
or keep it
Light
Light
More light
I forgive Me
I forgive You
You forgive Me?
You are a Free Man
and with Me
I am there, and here
here and there
Some days free
Some days far away
Some days near
Last night we
were there
I was seating on
the light green broken chair
You were seating on
the stool
Last night we
were there again
on the street naked
Me, A Freewoman
You, A Freeman
Whats left
its just
a
street -
and a
big thick
wall -
Maybe the wind breaks the wall
and we walk the street together
"For We Creatures Are the Wind "
- Garia August
Greenpoint
November 15th, 2010
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