06 Apr 2017 - Delta

Evening. 

 Day 42 on escitalopram. It would be delightful if all of my problems resolved today. 

 Mood: 5 +/- 0.25. 
Indo-china, Capa jumps Jeep  

 Two feet creep up the road 

 To photo, to record 

 Meat lumps and war  

 They advance, as does his chance, oh, oh, oh 

 Very yellow white flash

 A violent wrench grips mass, rips light, tears limbs like rags 

 Burst so high, finally Capa lands 

 Mine is a watery pit 

 Painless with immense distance 

 From medic, from colleague, friend, enemy, foe

 Him five yards from his leg 

 And you Taro, oh, oh, oh 
Do not spray into eyes 

 I have sprayed you into my eyes 
3:10 pm

 Capa pends death, quivers, last rattles, last chokes

 All colors and cares fade to grey 

 Shriveled and stricken to dots

 The left hands grasps what the body grasps not, oh, oh, oh

 Le photographe est mort 

 3.1415, alive no longer my amour 

 Faded for home, May of '54

 Doors open like arms, my love 

 Painless with a great closeness

 To Capa

 To Capa

 Capa

 Dark after nothing 

 Reunited with his leg 

 And you Taro, oh, oh, oh 
Taro 
Do not spray into eyes 

 I have sprayed you into my eyes 
Hey Taro! 



06 Apr 2017

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