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lyrics
When I Walk Out Of The Museum
When I walk out of the museum
the wall of sudden light makes me crinkle up my nose.
Standing coat half on between marble columns
I sneeze into the wind.
When I walk out of the museum
I have centuries of dust behind my eyes.
I hunch a little bit,
from the culminated weight of all these other peoples’ ideas.
I see a tipped over garbage can blowing in the street.
When I walk out of the museum
I think about a snorkeler surfacing
tangled in kelp.
That is me: writhing, wild attention, glancing around.
The huge museum door slams behind me
and I flinch.
In all of these brief flashes of momentary clarity,
the emptiness that cuts through
is like a bowl beneath the sky
empty, not yet pregnant,
fertile, without form.
It terrifies me, the raw possibility.
I want to go back inside
but when I walk out of the museum
everything I see seems rippling and alive,
on a freezing January day,
everything:
the museum
the garbage
the internet
the constellations
all collapse into a heap.
Light floods out
from this compost pile.