Sunday, March 29, 2009

Time slips by in lines, and parades are slowing down, the flowing gown. Now thread bare. Locked up in the cupboard with the yellow photographs, she hasn't seen for years. Mirrors lie. The ring has blackened round her little finger. She'd like to cut it off and float back to the summer when she still believed in love, still believed in love. Still believed in love.

The Legendary Pink Dots, from the album "Stained Glass, Soma Fountains" (1997)