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Splintered Mind

from Just Songs by Tristan Zaba

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In the midst of night’s clasp,
Steam billows from mouths
Outside in the mid winter air.

My hand holds a pen,
And the pen holds concern
For the war beneath the part of your hair.

The city drains my blood,
Though I lack any doubt
That the cold treats me better than most,

And despite the wind’s chill
I skate down river veins
To find music to which I can toast,

And a fragment of nonchalance, a sliver of your form, was brought by my door yesterday.
The unfortunate product of some insane will, as you stared down the stars from your windowsill.
The question that springs to my lips as I write is the goodness to which you now pray.

When our eyes last locked
Your veins jutted out
And your weariness showed through your seams.

The appearance of shelter
Clung to your sweater
From the shoulder-hole torn in your dreams.

The roaring of engines
Rattled your brain from the
Meeting that you’d never known,

And some song from the war
Seemed to promise you more
Than staring through mirrors alone.

This fragment of your nonchalance, this sliver of your form, was brought by my door the other day.
The unfortunate product of some insane will, as you stared down the stars through our mutual friend,
Who also demanded her place from my hand in this letter I send you today.

After love and destruction,
Demoralization,
What can I possibly say?

I’m backed in a corner
between disgust and forgiveness.
You’re stuck in my head every day.

But my gratitude’s true, though my soul may be broken, for the light you returned to her gaze.
I was told that this glare was through love and strong will, as you stared down the stars in your famous blue raincoat,
Which I never saw through my view of the dirt and never imagined to claim.

And a fragment of your nonchalance, a sliver of your form was brought by the door where I lay.
Your will here was clear and incited such fear, as you stared down the stars in my eyes.
The question that springs to my lips as I write is your forgiveness as I sign off my name.

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from Just Songs, released July 27, 2020

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Tristan Zaba Toronto, Ontario

Canadian composer, performer, and producer.

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